Michael K. Williams Wants You To Watch My Lifetime Movie.

Television can really skew your perspective. For instance, I feel like HGTV is creating false expectations for the attractiveness of the contractor you hire for home renovations.

Michael K. Williams has played a very dangerous man on many TV shows, but when he came walking out of a Sprouts market Saturday night, I couldn’t help but engage him. I told him how much I love his work, and he was so appreciative and shook my hand. Then I mentioned my movie was airing on Lifetime on Sunday, and he gave me big congratulations. Nicest guy. Great moment in LA. 

The movie is Her Secret Family Killer, airing Sunday night at 8 p.m. on Lifetime. Michael K. Williams approves this message.

Short And Sweet.

Short films are entirely compelling because they get right to the story. Like imagine how awesome The Karate Kid could have been if Daniel had just bought a gun.

Saturday, I took my nephew to see a screening compilation of the live-action shorts nominated for an Oscar this year. They were entirely compelling. One of them, titled Saria, told the tragic true nightmare of teen girls trapped in a Guatemalan orphanage (prison, really) so dramatically, that it made a woman sitting in our row sob for 10 minutes. But the one we liked best was called The Neighbors’ Window, about a married couple with three young kids who yearn to regain the passion of a young, horny couple they see in an apartment across the street from them in Brooklyn It’s a fascinating twist on the grass being greener, and I’ll be damned, but movie won last night.

It was a nice night for my nephew, who shared with me that he doesn’t get out and see LA as much as he’d like to. I’ll fix that. We followed the screening with dinner at Shake Shack, and the ultimate french fry contest. I won for longest fry, he eked out shortest one. See above pic.

My Lifetime Movie Airs Next Sunday.

I’ve got butterflies in my stomach today. And a permanent ban from the entomology section at the Natural History Museum.

Good butterflies, because the Lifetime movie, in which I had a leading role, is going to air Sunday, February 16th at 8 p.m.

Formerly titled DNA Killer, it has now been renamed Her Secret Family Killer. I’m going to do shameless self-promotion all next week. Set your DVR in the meantime. TV!

Rest In Peace.

I once watched an interview with Kirk Douglas, in which he was asked about a film he shot in the 1950s. Kirk had no recollection of the shoot.

Crazy, but understandable considering how prolific his career was. Kirk had roles in 95 movies, and maybe some of the shoots blended together.

May we all work so much that we’re afforded the ability to blank like Kirk. 103 years of a very fascinating life.

Fresh Lettuce.

A bad haircut sucks, because you literally gave someone money to make you look worse.

Samuel L. Jackson has worn a crazy range of bad hair – albeit fake – in a lot of movies, and I love the above piece hanging at ITA, where I do casting workshops. These are just 20 styles from his 150+ films.

Hanging next to Samuel are hair and facial styles for the other most prolific actor: Gary Oldman.

I’m fascinated by these, and stumbled upon one more online: all of the suits worn by Robert De Niro in Casino. Hey, I just realized a nice irony: I’m doing a De Niro scene from Casino at ITA in a couple weeks. It’s the only one in which he isn’t in a suit. (Pecsi says to him, “Look at you. Half the time you’re running around in your house looking like John Barrymore in a pink friggin’ robe.” I’ll be in a robe, though not a pink one.)

31 Days Of January.

If you think January was a big month for marches, you’re gonna lose your mind when you hear what the third month of the year is called.

 Here’s my January, one second per day:

Me Too.

Vandalism should be allowed on any vehicle whose alarm has been going off for more than five minutes.

But not on a vehicle rented by well-meaning guys keeping to themselves, guilty only of the heinous crime of wearing the opponents’ jerseys.

I’ve told this story before here, so I’ll give the short version. I went with fellow Jets fans to see our team play in Kansas City a few years ago. We tailgated a bit in the parking lot, and were honestly our normal happy, friendly bunch. After the game, we found our rented SUV covered in spit and with a cracked windshield.

Yesterday, needing a reason to root for one team over another in the Super Bowl, I chose the 49ers, because their fans don’t behave as badly as Shakira faked playing guitar and drums. Unfortunately, the team with animals for fans won.

So congrats, KC. You’re winners. And yet you’ll always be losers.