Contrary to his party-boy reputation, he avoids so much as a hint of alcohol, let alone anything heavier, and says even in his school days, he was too focused on films to think of anything else: "I never tried a drink to this day. Homeless Employment Nonprofit Chrysalis He's warm, generous and surprisingly sweet, with a notable absence of malice -- and much more circumspect than the guy who quipped "rehearsal's for fags" during a Howard Stern interview (after which he apologized so profusely, he was given GLAAD's Ally Award) or the boorish fellow whose crude comments about performing oral sex on Lindsay Lohan contributed (along with the "fag" joke) to his forced resignation as Oscar producer in 2011, a move that made him a public pinata for months.
I've never had a sip of alcohol -- a sip of alcohol, ever. No interest." In person, he appears more grounded than the larger-than-life frat boy many have encountered through the media, that permanent partier whose exaggerated portrait in an episode made even insiders believe he was just a glorified social butterfly. Sometimes it's hard to connect this rumpled, direct, self-proclaimed "fat guy" with the tabloid staple who has dated models and actresses and even tennis sensation Serena Williams.
Polanski is just one of his "besties"; the two hang out together in Paris, and Ratner will release Polanski's 1972 documentary about race-car driver Jackie Stewart, , with a Nov.
7 premiere at the Museum of Modern Art in New York.
And that gnaws at him, risks chipping away at what he calls his "pathological happiness." "At the end of the day, whether I finance a slate of Warner Bros.
movies [or pursue anything else], I'm still a director," he insists.
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"People mistake the fact that I'm fun for somebody who's not serious," he says.
"But I'm the opposite of what people think I am." That became clear Sept.
His boundless joie de vivre spills over on other filmmakers he doesn't know so well (he produced an Emmy-nominated American Masters film on Woody Allen) as well as subjects that spark his considerable curiosity, from Erno Rubik, inventor of the eponymous Cube (about whom he's planning one of his many documentaries) to film books, several of which he has reprinted at considerable expense through his Rat Pac Press, including Lawrence Grobel's .
Such positivity is almost irresistible; it affects this reporter, the crew and the vast line of human beings linked in an endless chain that ultimately leads to Ratner.But it also runs the risk of making the director seem more bubbly than brilliant.