| I had been sent to
interview Brian DePalma for the L.A. Weekly. My ultra-feminist girlfriend
at the time considered DePalma to be the personification of all evil because
of the misogynist aspects of his most recent film, which was Body Double.
She had peeked into my calendar, found out where I was conducting the interview,
and showed up wearing a wig and carrying a basket of rotten eggs which
she intended on depositing upon Mr. DePalma's head. I caught her just in
time, and asked her if she'd be placated if I just took his picture and
turned him into a dickhead. She agreed. The shot not only came out pretty
good, but it actually save DePalma from a rather messy experience. |
