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DP/30 @ TIFF 2012: Silver Linings Playbook, actor Bradley Cooper

9 Responses to “DP/30 @ TIFF 2012: Silver Linings Playbook, actor Bradley Cooper”

  1. Andrew S says:

    Wow David – when did you become such a tough interviewer? You really grilled him, but in a good way. Kudos!

  2. David Poland says:

    Every conversation has its own atmosphere. Bradley was a very game subject. I didn’t think I was being tough at all.

  3. sanj says:

    DP – you didn’t ask enough about other movies other than hangover series ….

  4. StellaPD says:

    In all fairness, the conversation is less than 30 minutes long. He can only ask so many questions, and Cooper is promoting specific films that played in Toronto. Those films are mentioned along with The Hangover I/II and Limitless. If you tried covering everything he’s done, you’d have 15 second answers and a lackluster interview. I enjoyed it. Cooper seems like a thoughtful, intelligent dude.

  5. sanj says:

    yeah but they didn’t even talk about Limitless in any sort of detail .. discussing a few smaller movies he’s done might have been interesting …like the Midnight Meat Train

  6. berg says:

    I want to see a DP/30 with Joaquin Phoenix where you ask him his name five times in a row

  7. The Pope says:

    Great interview. Really fast, really engaging. A helluva lotta ground covered.

  8. Hallick says:

    It’s no longer the time to talk about Limitless in detail, sanj. If it didn’t come up, it didn’t come up.

  9. I totally agree with David, you will made this guy sweat like a pig and I like that too. I think these are the best interviews actually, when you will really put these guys in the spot with no worries.

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