The New Yorker has a characteristically sprawling profile piece on Alec Baldwin in this week's issue, and the 30 Rock star is characteristically candid about life, his career, and his future. Or, as his brother William puts it, “There’s always something for him to fucking whine about.” Indeed, the profile, titled "Why Me?", is chock full of Baldwinning quotes.
On his failed marriage to Kim Basinger: "Think I’m walking stiffly?” Baldwin asks. “Yeah, there’s a hundred-and-twenty-pound actress on my back." Ha, ha. About 30 Rock: "If the show does succeed, it’ll be something of a fucking miracle, because NBC hasn’t done a fucking thing to help this show at all. This show is the red-headed stepchild in the lineup." On that nasty answering machine message to his daughter that surfaced last year: "I wanted to die, literally. I didn’t want to live anymore. Every night I’d say my prayers and I’d say, ‘Please don’t let me wake up in the morning. I don’t want to do this anymore.'" Yeah, acting's a tough racket. If only he could give himself a dose of Jack Donaghy-esque therapy:
Perhaps not so coincidentally, his memoir, A Promise to Ourselves (subtitle: " A Journey Through Fatherhood and Divorce"), comes out later this month.
