Rick Nelson and Claude Peck dispense unasked-for advice about clothing, relationships, grooming and more in a weekly dialogue.
RN: After reading a recent profile in Time, I'm going to borrow from Mary Poppins' self-assessment when I say that George Clooney appears to be practically perfect in every way.
CP: How could it be otherwise, when Rosemary Clooney is your aunt? Imagine Christmas with the Clooneys.
RN: Ho, ho, ho. I love his self-deprecating manner. I don't care if it's genuine or artificial -- it works. Remember when he won the Oscar for best supporting actor for "Syriana," and he was also nominated in the best-director category? Nicole Kidman handed him the statuette; he stepped to the podium and said, "Wow, all right, so I'm not winning director." And then he laughed, that crinkly-eyed, toothy grin that has made him the World's Biggest Movie Star. Tom Cruise who?
CP: If that was the year Clooney was up for directing "Good Night, and Good Luck," he didn't deserve the Oscar. That movie was dullsville, dramatically forgettable, and he co-wrote, acted and directed.
RN: This is where you and I part company. I loved it.
CP: I much preferred "Michael Clayton," and he was good in it. Re: the Time story, I thought the writer Joel Stein was going to faint dead away from his own breathlessness. He could not believe that Clooney would consent to visit Stein's place for dinner and an interview. Like Clooney, or his people, are going to turn that down, when the payoff is being on the cover of Time magazine, with its 3.4 million circulation.
RN: Apparently even jaded newsweekly scribes get star-struck. Although I break into a flop sweat when we run into Mayor R.T. Rybak, so who am I to talk?