We were at the Four Seasons during The Observer’s 25th anniversary party, when a colleague pointed to a short, slightly nebbishy-looking man standing among notables like Mayor Michael Bloomberg, Katie Holmes and Spike Lee.
“I know that guy,” he said. “Where do I know that guy from?”
We suggested various TV shows, including Mad Men, but nothing stuck. “No, I think I know that guy, like, from real life,” said our co-worker. Perhaps he did. The matter was almost dropped when Harvey Weinstein came barreling up to our subject.
“Danny,” he said. “Look, I really need to talk to you.” The two walked off together, with Mr. Weinstein’s giant paw dwarfing the other man’s shoulder.
If anything, the whole ordeal left our colleague even more confused about who this guy was, why he looked so familiar and why one of Hollywood’s biggest producers would require a meeting with him in the middle of a party. Read More