There’s a great, rangy and beautifully awkward Q&A with Tommy Lee Jones in the March/April issue of 02138 (yup, that’s the name of the magazine), though I would disagree with writer Richard Bradley’s assertion that Jones has acquired a reputation as only sometimes being aloof, surly and disdainful of the rituals of movie marketing. Trust me, this guy is a certified, top-shelf red-ass who could shit in coffee cans for weeks if he had to. (He just might, anyways.) It’s in Jones’ blood, and it doesn’t matter whether he thinks your questions are modestly interesting or intelligent. If you’re a journalist, you’ve already been given an 0-2 count, because Jones does not want to be talking to you. In this regard, Cobb might have offered Jones his greatest role.

Bradley tries to lure Jones into politically comparative territory during the chat, which touches on In the Valley of Elah, No Country for Old Men, The Three Burials of Melquiades Estrada and ousted Harvard President Lawrence Summers, among other topics. Through it all, Jones spits out his opinions as characteristically sun-dried horse puckey. (Sample line: “The idea of a fence between El Paso and Brownsville bears all the credibility and seriousness of flying saucers from Mars or leprechauns — or any manner of malicious, paranoid superstition. In other words, it’s bullshit.”) For the piece, click here.
tommy lee jones is an a-hole.
tommy lee, too.
Sassy… gassy… assy — all describe Tommy Lee Jones, whom I once saw dress down a hotel waitstaff person for having the temerity to lurk and see if his delivered meal was OK, and to his specifications. Dude is a jerk, and the sooner Hollywood and audiences turn their collective backs on him, the better.