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In the 27 years that I have known Al Pacino, I’ve never once seen him refuse to sign a photograph, a DVD, a poster, a book, a napkin, a piece of paper or an arm. He’s signed his own name or as Tony Montana (Scarface), Michael Corleone (The Godfather) and even Big Boy (Dick Tracy). I’ve seen beautiful young women slip their hotel room numbers under his door; I’ve watched as he bristles when his name is shouted out in mid-town Manhattan while he’s walking; and I’ve seen him tuck his cap down low, put his jacket collar up and rush into a movie theater hoping not to be recognized. Once, at a baseball game at Yankee Stadium, he wore a fake beard, but the stadium’s cameraman recognized him anyway and put his face up on the electronic board with a big “Welcome Al Pacino” under his absurd-looking mug. He had to leave the ball park after that. When fans write to him asking for an autographed photo, his assistant will make sure that it’s signed by Al before it’s sent back. What it comes down to with Al is simple: He’s a nice guy. He appreciates where acting has taken him. He’s willing to give back... Read the entire story in September's Autograph Collector. Click here to buy this issue of AC, on sale in bookstores and newsstands now. Or to subscribe, click here or call 1-800-395-1359 or 760-291-1537
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LAWRENCE GROBEL is a freelance writer and a contributing editor at Playboy and at Movieline’s Hollywood Life. He has written nine books, including Conversations with Capote, Conversations with Brando, The Hustons, and The Art of the Interview, a subject he teaches at UCLA. He cowrote Montel William’s Climbing Higher. His latest book is Al Pacino: In Conversation with Lawrence Grobel. Pacino’s foreword to that book can be read at www.lawrencegrobel.com. |
