We saw Martin Scorsese’s interesting-but-flawed The Departed over the weekend. One of the very best things in it is Alec Baldwin–the new Alec Baldwin, the dissipated, paunchy, stains-on-the-shirt character actor Alec Baldwin.
Saturday Night Live fans probably saw it coming earlier, but I can pinpoint the exact moment I knew that Alec Baldwin didn’t want to be a leading man anymore: his crazy uncredited cameo as Julia Roberts’ jerk movie star ex in Notting Hill in ‘99. (He tells Hugh Grant to “adios” the dishes.) Since then, pretty much every second I’ve seen him on screen, he’s looked like he’s having fun. And the parts have been a lot juicier than the drek he was doing in the ’90s: he was good in The Cooler and Elizabethtown, he was great in The Aviator. He can eat whatever he wants. It’s a good career move for the struggling actor-of-a-certain age. (Kevin Costner looked to be trying it out briefly last year.)
And I suspect this new who-gives-a-$#!& screen persona is a lot closer to the actual Baldwin. Here’s my story: he was the guest before me the second time I was on Letterman. While I was in the makeup chair, he came up behind me. In my memory of this, he’s eating, I don’t know. A jelly donut.
“So how much did you end up winning?” he asked.
I told him.
“Good! Good for you.” Brushing away crumbs. Then, deadpan: “Listen, whatever you do, don’t give a cent to charity. Not a cent. Spend it on jet-skis, cars. Summers in Biarritz.” He wandered away.
It’s still the funniest thing any celebrity has ever said to me.