What's more, the publicist offered to set up a telecon with D-man himself, for anyone interested in having... you know... a little chit-chat about films and the weather we presume. In this season of outrageous publicity gimmicks where no familial relation or faith is sacrosanct, this one could well come out tops. Hope the goodfellas at our intelligence agencies are reading this. At least they'd know who to call now to get to the country's most-wanted man.
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