In the Bond movie I had my hair dyed an impossible yellow color, and that became my motivation in a lot of scenes: I had a secret subtext, which I never discussed with anybody. Every time I had a scene with somebody I’d be thinking: What do you think of my hair? Do you like my hair? Do you like what they did to me? That they made me look like this? So next time you see the movie, every time I torture somebody I’m really thinking, You see what they did to me with this hair?
10 years ago, I smoked a joint with this BAMF, and it still ranks as one of my fave anecdotes ever. I only tell the story in person, because if everyone else who’s heard it over the years has had to suffer through my bad Walken imitation, so do you.