At 95, Clint Eastwood Names The Five Actors He Hated
Imagine Beverly Hills, 1993. The lobby of the Four Seasons is jam-packed. Producers in sharp Armani suits crowd the marble floor. Oscar winners sip whiskey near thick curtains. By the grand piano, Clint Eastwood stands alone. His face looks like carved stone. His eyes are thin slits. His arms fold tight against his chest. Across the room, a young up-and-coming actor tells jokes, brags, and name-drops. His story ends with a cheap impression of the “old cowboy director.” Everyone laughs, except Clint.
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