What I said to Malkovich wasn't all that terrible, but in context of where and when I was asking it... well, it didn't go over smashingly. At the time -- which was like early 2003 -- Malkovich was heavily promoting a Chelsea NYC store and new line of clothing called Mrs. Mudd (which he had designed in its entirety, from what I recall). His idea, I gathered, was to create very fashionable, very trendy formal wear that looked more like uniforms than... however you want to describe what formal wear normally looks like. Bloggers and gossip artists at the time were not being kind -- saying, at their nicest, that Mrs. Mudd's Winter 2003 line looked like a very dark and extended appropriation of a suit perhaps worn by Sgt. Pepper. I noticed, though, that there were other designs that looked less playful -- more like the jungle-green suits worn by Fidel Castro and -- more relevantly at the time (and now) -- members of the Taliban. So I asked him, at the premiere of Johnny English (starring Rowan Atkinson, aka "Mr. Bean"): "Mr. Malkovich, did you design your men's Winter line with the Taliban in mind?" I hadn't finished my question (the next part was "What is Mrs. Mudd's political affiliation?" -- an attempt at cheekiness), but he cut me off, pretty much told me to fuck myself, and then asked one of the theatre's security guards to escort me out. Which they did. I didn't finally see Johnny English until last week. It was pretty funny. The movie, I mean. My celebrity journalism experience? Not to much.