
Alec Baldwin is probably my favorite living American actor. (It's a very close race between him and Kurt Russell.) His work in
Glengarry Glen Ross is hilarious and deserves its cult status, but
The Edge and
The Shadow are on my short list of "SuperStation movies," alongside
Road House and, much as I hate to admit it, the Thomas Jane version of
The Punisher - if I come across it on basic cable, no matter what point it's up to, I'll watch it to the end. He's also great in
Malice and an assload of smaller roles in
Outside Providence,
The Aviator and
The Departed. And I don't even need to talk about how great he is on
30 Rock - they could almost do that show like a Beckett play, with nothing but Fey and Baldwin on a bare stage, and I'd watch. But as this awesome
New Yorker profile reveals, Alec Baldwin is also
out of his goddamned mind.
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