Forgot to mention that I quite literally bumped into Jackie Chan — actually, he bumped into me — at the Four Seasons Hotel last week, and lived to tell about it. He was there doing press for The Forbidden Kingdom (a movie I’ve had to avoid out of my strange disdain for Michael Angarano), I was there to interview documentarian Errol Morris… I round the corner, and boom! Chan walks right into me, looking the other way. We exchanged apologies and arched eyebrows, and then he tried to punch me in the face, but I dodged it. He then nodded, indicating respect, and we slowly backed away from one another. Or something like that…