David Chase looks as though he wants to whack somebody. Not just anybody, mind you, but the middle-aged guy with the bad dye job a few tables away from us in the Library Bar of the Regency Hotel. "Hiya!" bellows the dye job into his phone. "I'm sittin' here watchin' the overtime? You watchin' the overtime?" Then, minutes later, "Hello, Paul! It's Jerry! Hey, I'm in your favorite town! Beautiful!" Finally a pause, during which Chase and I try to remember what the hell we... More >>>