I had hated him in the eighties, and, knowing that, a friend who was partying with him back then at the Toronto film festival, called me and put him on the phone.
“S’up girlie?” he yelled, cheerfully. “Me and my boy are just maxin’ and relaxin’!” I was appalled, but amused, and it would not be until I saw him, that shambolic, big-smiling, sweet wreck, on The Two Coreys that I would like him, very much.
