Nathan Lane wasn't friendly, but wasn't particularly mean. He signed for everyone, and when they gave their vacuous comments, he said in a flat demeanor "thanks" or "sure." Not "nice," but did all required of him, I felt.
Bill Irwin was the nicest man in the world, engaging everyone in chit-chat, and got excited when I pulled out my "Rachel Getting Married" DVD. Truly awesome dude. Class act.
John Glover was super nice as well, engaged people in convo, and shook my hand when I mentioned I went to his alma mater and asked what I was doing now that I've graduated.
John Goodman signed autographs for all five people waiting on the right side of the barriers, slightly turned his head and glanced at the three of us waiting on the left side of the barriers, and didn't bother walking over and raced (fairly quickly, for a fat man) up 54th street, towards Broadway, as we called out "Mr. Goodman!" to try to get him to turn around. What a dick.
I'm sorry, I don't feel actors "owe" you anything besides their performance, but in a situation like this, he was already signing, and there was a total of eight f***ing people there (it had just finished raining). I'm sorry, this just rubbed me the wrong way.
Updated On: 5/6/09 at 11:32 PM