DUNAWAY’S RUNAWAY EGO
It’s been ages since I’ve written about FAYE DUNAWAY – or, as I like to call her, Done Fadeaway – but the useta-be movie queen just materialized at Canter’s, my fave all-night TinselTown deli, at 5 ayem, looking like a madwoman as she terrorized her confused young waiter, who had NO idea who the hell she was, snarling: “Why is everyone staring at me! No one must look at me!”
An older, wiser waiter – who recognized Faye – played calm-the-loony and explained: “You and your friend are the ONLY customers right now, that’s why we’re concentrating on you!”
Mollified, Faye apologized to the young waiter before finally fading away.