these...obsessions.
Q: Isn’t great ambition an obsession?
A: It results in something. For an actor, it results in entertainment. True, we’re not a crucial profession, like doctors, or like attorneys think they are. But we provide a diversion and an outlet. That kind of thing isn’t so important now, but it was when there was a depression on, or a world war. People knew the value of entertainment. Shall I tell you why? (Pausing.)
Q: Please do.
A: I sound like a preacher, don’t I? My mother used to say, “If you want to preach, we’ll rent you a hall.”
Q: Please go on. I know what you’re saying—we have so much access now to entertainment. Do go on.
A: It’s you young people who don’t appreciate it. Your whole lives have to be entertainment. You get bored so easily. That shouldn’t happen until you’re older, until you’re done with a career. But now everything is gratification. And I’ll tell you another thing: that’s why you have AIDS.
Q: What?
A: It’s not romance now, or spooning. It’s sex, fast and hard and continuous. Don’t you feel that’s what’s behind this?
Q: I have no idea. The experts have no idea. It started in Africa, and from then on...who knows?
A: Well, I don’t like to sound like a prude. I’m anything but a prude, as my real friends will tell you. Bob is not a real friend, not a close one. You can discount anything he says. But what else caused this AIDS? It’s this sexual revolution they kept writing about.
Q: And encouraging?
A: I think so.
Q: I don’t feel the American media encourages sex of any sort.
A: What do you feel they encourage, then?
Q: Consumption and reproduction. And more of each. One feeds the other.
A: Are you a socialist?
Q: Neither socialist nor communist—and you know how many dumb people think they’re the same. But capitalism has to still put people before profits.
A: Yes, that sounds reasonable. But let’s not get to talking politics. You’re not a Republican, are you?
Q: No, and I agree that politics is a dull subject.
A: They say it makes strange bedfellows, too! (Smiles, with an effort.)
Q: I don’t know where they got such an expression. It doesn’t seem to make sense. Do you want another Heineken? By the way, do you know Rock Hudson?
A: Someone told me he has AIDS.
Q: I know. But they’re saying that about every gay actor now.
A: I know him. Don’t tell me you do?
Q: Okay, I won’t tell you.
A: What do you do, collect movie stars? Did Bob introduce you?
Q: No. I met him, again, through a friend—real estate, not banking—who knew one of his ex-lovers.
A: What did you think of him? Or do you still keep in touch? Or should I ask?
Q: When in doubt, ask—that’s my motto. I haven’t seen him in a few years. You know how it goes. Well, I guess you don’t. But...sometimes people cut you off.
A: Did he make a pass, and you rejected it?
Q: No, I did not reject a pass....
A: What’s Rock doing, these days? You fans always seem to know more about our goings and comings than we do.
Q: I don’t know what he’s doing. Nothing major. The reason I brought him up is that for years, I was fascinated by a photograph of you and Rock Hudson and Marlon Brando—whom I would love to meet!—and Gregory Peck. All four of you together, in one room, seated, as though for a meeting. I mean, what a quartet! Talk about the Fab Four. Do you remember that photo?
A: No.
Q: You don’t?!
A: Not offhand.
Q: Well, I’m...surprised. My question to you was going to be what goes on inside your mind when you, Cary Grant, enter a room and pose for a photo with other superstars like Hudson, Brando, and Peck? You know, what kind of emotions do you feel? Envy, insecurity, jealousy, desire, or...?
A: Desire?
Q: Well, all I know is, any movie fan looking at such a photo would
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