“And The Peacemaker, of course. Someday, a group of people will discover that one and give me a posthumous award for that.”
I tell him that, without a doubt, somewhere on the Internet, we can find a fan club for his 1997 belly flop about Russian nukes. “There’s no such thing,” he insists.
After a couple of minutes, I concede the point. The closest I can find are a handful of positive reviews of the Peacemaker DVD on Amazon. I also find this review, which Clooney reads aloud:
George Clooney is about as entertaining to watch as Michael Jackson being raped by the Gorton’s fisherman.
“Wow, that’s an angry cat right there,” says Clooney.