Exert from a Billie Zane article: Another movie I always loved is Only You (1994). You played the fake Damon Bradley. Everyone knows your cameo in Zoolander, but even back then you were taking the piss out of your pretty boy, suave persona. Absolutely. Self-deprecation and a well-timed prat fall, that’s the thing. I love Chaplin and Peter Sellers, the economy of a physical gag. I can’t help but infuse that in my work, or at least a glimmer of it. You’ll see it in Titaniceven. If you watch Cal in terms of his reactions to information as it comes in, he doesn’t really care. He knows he’s getting off the boat. It’s that confidence of like, sinking-schminking. The arrogance is hysterical. It feeds the narrative and the hubris of the age he carries, but there’s such an absurdity that it would make [James] Cameron and I giggle. He’d yell “Cut!” and we’d laugh our asses off because the character was such a tool. Speaking of Titanic (1997), there’s a famous New York Magazine article titled Leo, Prince of the City, written by Nancy Jo Sales and published back in 1998, right after Titanic blew up and Leonardo DiCaprio became the biggest star on the planet. Do you remember experiencing that phenomenon of Leo? You were like 10 years older than him. Were you concerned for him or excited? Oh, excited. He was a lovely guy, still is. We were pals, but there was also a mutual appreciation for each other’s work. We’d see each other socially before Titanic, so when we both got the gig, it was like, “Oh, this is gonna be a hoot.” But watching that unfold… I remember when we were filming Titanic, we drove breakneck to the Chinese Theatre one night for the premiere of Romeo + Juliet (1996) and then drove back in the early hours to be on set again. And it was nice seeing him blowing up in real time, even before Titanic. Romeo + Juliet was really the start of it. We were like, “Oh, so it begins. Just wait till they see you running around with your little suspenders!” Were you partying with him at that time? I mean, yeah, I was living in New York in the late ’90s and we were like neighbours. I lived next door to The Mercer and I knew his crew, they were all young actors. But I was not part of... the pack. The “Pussy Posse”. “Welcome elder statesman…” Like the old man who’d roll in with sage advice for the young bucks having their day. No. But it was fun to watch. He did just fine. That kid didn’t need much help.