Woody Harrelson is running behind…about a half an hour behind. This after a number of delays and schedule changes throughout the week. When he strolls nonchalantly out onto the rooftop spread of a posh West Hollywood hotel, you can see why. It’s not irresponsibility. It’s not eccentric nuisance. The guy just marches to his own drummer, and certainly, to his own beat.
Publicity handler in tow, Harrelson moves and speaks purposefully, casual, always relaxed (though one might have fun speculating why that is). Some may get him to say sensational things, but that’s not the M.O. of the interviewer he’s chatting with this afternoon. So the perching hawk to my left, giving him a sharp look when he offers harmless jokes that might be seen as tasteless, isn’t exactly necessary.
“Why don’t you let us talk alone,” he finally says, half-way through — respectfully, but sincerely. He’s a man who seems to enjoy a chat, no matter how much it might push the rest of his schedule back. And he’d certainly prefer to engage in one without that kind of oversight.
Ostensibly his press rounds as of late are for the Oren Moverman film “The Messenger.” Appearances on The Colbert Report and, immediately following our encounter, The Late Late Show are popping up left and right. He’s on the cover of this month’s Venice magazine. But he’s also given a pair of zany performances in genre films this year that are worth discussing for the versatility they illuminate in his work.

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