Back when Rich and I were doing the publicity tour for “The Book of ‘Bert,’” our well-documented mustache humor book published by a man who ran off with all the royalties and didn’t bother to write, call, or even email – anyway, we ran into Richard Jenkins outside Madison Square Garden. It was a random meeting – he had been in town promoting “The Visitor,” and was just sort of chilling outside. I went up to him (having recognized him instantly thanks to “Six Feet Under” and “Flirting with Disaster”) and handed him a copy of the book for free. He was very modest and super nice and told me not to give the book away. In other words, how would we make our money if we handed him a comp copy? Point taken, and valid, but I’m glad he’s got the book and more importantly, so pleased he was recognized for his understated yet powerful performance in “The Visitor.”
Good guy. Great performance. Lousy publisher.