The TV Zone

I'm just catching up to this fascinating, strange, amusing, odd, nutty profile/story of the great Alec Baldwin in The Envelope, and it's one of those pieces that "have people talking" because they're not exactly sure what HE'S talking about. He muses about Chopin, and Rachmaninoff, and how Charles Dutoit of the Montreal Symphony doesn't rate (whaaa!!!??? In fact, Dutoit's pretty much a conductor of the first rank, at least when it comes to Debussy...)

It goes on: He doesn't want to do TV anymore, something he's publicly mused about before, and then starts to riff on what he could do instead. ("Yeah, I do have to find another career," he said. "I don't want to do this. . . . I don't.") The piece ends when he stands up and explains that he has to go do something - he simply heads out to lunch.

I love it: A deeply deranged and hugely talented actor. (But don't Jack Nicholson and Dennis Hopper already have a lock on this category?)

Or: Maybe he's just pulling the writer's leg.

Judge for yourself. It's here and worth a read.