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“Inside the Actors Studio” is a
fantastic television show. If you have never seen it, get on YouTube as soon as you finish reading this column and treat yourself
to at least one segment. You will be forever changed by the experience. The lessons I have learned from Studio seem to be endless and inexplicable,
harbored in simple anecdotes ranging from discussion of divorce and addiction to the Stanislavsky Method of Acting. Each episode provides a subtle and introspective look into the
lives of actors like Al Pacino, Hughes Jackman and Laurie, Robin Williams, George Carlin, Robert Downey, Jr., Russell Crowe,
Tom Cruise, Dustin Hoffman and Tom Hanks, just to name a few of my favorite interviews.
Host James Lipton, Dean Emeritus of The Actors Studio in New York
City, creates an atmosphere of nostalgia that has brought many to tears and a line of questioning so simple, linear and straight
forward that you barley even know he is there. All the focus is on the subject occupying the chair across from him, the audience
in the theatre at Pace University where the show is filmed and those watching at home travel inside the minds of not only
great actors but fascinating human beings. Many an hour has been wasted watching and re-watching interviews
from Studio, but I believe they will pay off in dividends before everything is said and done. Whether it is playing witness
to the antics of Robin Williams or the quiet memories of Al Pacino, the doubting and self loathing Dustin Hoffman or the confident
and colorful Will Smith, seeing actors who almost always come into our lives through movies in which they play roles other
than themselves reminds us that they are not any larger than life than the rest of us. They were shy as kids, outspoken as teens, madly in love as young
adults and cynical in their later years.
The fascination with Studio actually has little to do with the
actors themselves. Each time I watch an episode, I find myself looking at it from the perspective of my own journey thus far
through life. I compare and contrast myself to guests who sit opposite of James Lipton, my mind reviewing my own story and
analyzing the type of person I am. Strange as this unique form of meditation may be, you find yourself
delving into parts of your life you might have forgotten about, traveling with the Studio guest to places in your past
that affected you in deep ways. From there, you aim to emerge as a more aware person, ready to apply these self realization
to your everyday life. Lipton ends each interview with a series of questions taken from
Bernard Pevo, a French interviewer, as a way of wrapping things up before he turns the questioning over to the auidance of
acting, directing and writing students. Just for fun, ask them to yourself or a friend sometime. You may learn more than you
think. What is your favorite word? What is your least favorite word? What
turns you on, excites you, inspires you? What turns you off? What sound or noise do you love? What sound or noise do you hate?
What is your favorite curse word? What profession other than yours would you most like to attempt? What profession would you
not like to participate in? If Heaven exists, what would you like to hear God say when you arrive at the Pearly Gates?
Confessions of a Facebook Addict By Hugh Delehanty, July & August 2009 for AARP Magazine I agreed to look into it. But instead of going to a therapist, I turned—where else?—to
Facebook. On the Facebook site I found a test to determine whether I had what is known as Facebook Addiction Disorder (FAD).
The test included 20 questions, to be rated on a scale of increasing addiction from 1 to 5. Among them: How often do you fear
that life without Facebook would be boring, empty, and joyless? (I said 3) And: How often do others in your life complain
to you about the amount of time you spend on Facebook? (5) I ended up with a score of 70 on a scale of 100. The diagnosis:
"You are experiencing occasional or frequent problems because of Facebook." I wasn't certifiable yet, I guess. But as time went by—and I crossed the 500-friend
mark—I started feeling I was caught in an endless game of diminishing returns. Oxford anthropologist Robin Dunbar, Ph.D.,
has concluded that the cognitive power of the human brain limits the size of the social networks we can sustain. In other
words, he says, the outside limit for human friendships is roughly 150. As soon as my circle of friends exceeded the Dunbar
number, I learned, the experience became less intimate and more like watching TV. I was also surprised to discover that, as my list of friends grew, my personal posse of
seven or eight people who commented regularly on my posts didn't expand proportionately. Plus, keeping everybody entertained
with amusing anecdotes and personal chitchat was taking up a lot of time that could have been better spent having coffee with
actual friends. Some people thought he was an impostor, because his profile disappeared without notice
a week later. But his final post was a classic: "Al Pacino has become a friend of himself." Whether it was coming from the real Al or not, the quip rang true. Was someone trying
to send me a message? Finally
I cried uncle and turned to a therapist friend, Florence Falk, author of On My Own (Three Rivers, 2008), a groundbreaking
book on solitude. She reminded me that there were no shortcuts to building strong friendships, digital or otherwise. "First,
you need to look inside and figure out what's missing in your life—what hole are you trying to fill?" she said. "Then
ask yourself: Is Facebook the right kind of place for you to make deep, intimate connections?" By
now the answer was obvious. No matter how many conquests I made, Facebook was never going to satisfy my need for intimacy
and love. So I started easing myself away. I stopped doing Facebook at work, and I limited my exposure on nights and weekends.
I felt blissfully liberated. It was a thrill to have private thoughts again—and the time and energy to "friend" myself.
I've
started painting again. Next Sunday I'm planning to plant some peonies in the front yard and stock the fish pond with baby
koi. Maybe I'll even read a book. As for Barbara, this summer we're planning to celebrate our 25th anniversary in the Adirondacks.
I already know what my gift to her—and myself—will be: six nights, seven days, no Facebook. Hugh
Delehanty is the editor in chief and senior vice president for publications at AARP. Story from RTÉ Entertainment: http://www.rte.ie/arts/2009/0615/obamab.html US president Barack
Obama has been named the most stylish man in a recent poll, beating Brad Pitt to the top spot. According to the Press
Association, Jonathan Heilbron, President and CEO of Thomas Pink, which carried out the poll, said: "Barack Obama has a great
sense of style, which no doubt adds to his popularity. "World leaders and
politicians are not known for their dress sense, so it's refreshing to have Obama who seems to genuinely care about his appearance."
Hollywood superstar
Brad Pitt came second thanks to his ability to look stylish in a sharp suit and dressed down jeans. Third place in the
poll of 3,000 men went to footballer David Beckham, James Bond star Daniel Craig is at number four, followed by Al Pacino.
Al Pacino
Impersonator Off Air By PAUL NEEDHAM in
AP article
When Robert Signoriello, owner
of Agro Dolce restaurant in Brewster, began running radio ads this spring ostensibly featuring the voice of Oscar-winning
actor Al Pacino, he was in effect channeling one of Pacino's most famous lines. Signoriello seemed to be telling
Cape residents, just as Pacino did in "Scarface," to "say hello to my little friend." Actually, the 60-second ad
that ran on 104.7 and 95.1 FM called Signoriello and Pacino good friends. After a brief musical introduction, a deep, raspy
voice came on and said: "Hi, this is Al Pacino, and I want everybody to take my advice and go to a great restaurant called
Agro Dolce. My good friend Bob Signoriello owns it; it's in Brewster, Massachusetts; and they serve the best Italian food
you'll ever have." There's just a couple problems:
Pacino has never met Signoriello, Pacino has never had a meal at Agro Dolce, and the voice in the ads is not his. In fact, the voice belongs
to Ralph Nash, a comedian from Centerville who also impersonates everyone from Muhammad Ali to Pope John Paul II. Nash did
not respond to multiple phone and e-mail messages requesting comment for this story. Some listeners may have guessed
that the ad featured an impersonator, but Signoriello did not help anybody come to that conclusion. Even the radio stations
thought it was Pacino in the ads.
"To our knowledge, it is not an impersonator
in the ad," said Stephen Colella, director of sales at Cape Cod Broadcasting, which operates 104.7. "But we cannot take every
piece of commercial matter that comes through that has either licensed music or a celebrity voice and check them all out.
We don't have a team of lawyers here." Pacino, though, does have his own lawyer.
Reached by phone, Martin Garbus, a partner at the New York law firm Eaton & Van Winkle who has represented Pacino in a
variety of lawsuits, said he will write a letter to Signoriello expressing his frustration with the ad. Garbus said he doubted Pacino would sue
the restaurant, because the ad already has stopped running and it probably never reached that many people anyway. But he said it remains important to defend
Pacino's reputation. Otherwise, Garbus said, "People will think he's a money-grubber and that he'll put his name on anything." The lawyer added that Pacino does not endorse
any products or restaurants. Along with Robert De Niro, Pacino sued a watchmaker and movie distribution company in March for
using pictures from a poster of the duo's recent film, "Righteous Kill," to advertise watches without permission.
Such suits are becoming more common. Woody Allen received $5 million from American
Apparel in May to settle a suit he had brought complaining that the company wrongfully used an image of him from the movie
"Annie Hall" on billboard advertisements. William Fisher, a professor at Harvard
Law School, said the Agro Dolce ad is a "pretty clear violation of the so-called 'right of publicity,'" which protects the
right of an individual to control the commercial use of his or her identity. And Allen's lawyer, Michael Zweig of Loeb
& Loeb, another New York firm, said the ad appears to be "precisely the type of conduct that both federal and state law
are designed to prevent and to prohibit." Signoriello, for his part, sees the whole
situation differently. When first contacted by the Times, he stuck to his story, saying, "It's really Al Pacino. He did this
for me." By yesterday, though, Signoriello's story
had changed, and he acknowledged that the voice in the ad was Nash's, not Pacino's. "All I'm looking to do is grab people's
attention," he said. "If everybody knows it's not Al Pacino, then it's nothing. It's the inquisitiveness that actually draws
people's attention." Signoriello said the ad has not brought
him much new business. But a testimonial posted to Nash's Web site sounded a different note. "The results I've had from the radio commercials
Ralph did were unbelievable! Plus, Ralph is a lot cheaper than hiring Al Pacino!"
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