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where there’s smoke

December 19, 2007 4:39 pm

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Reformed bad boy Colin Farell turned up at last night’s Tribeca Grand screening of his new movie, “Cassandra’s Dream,” sporting beat-up combat boots, thrift-store jeans, and fingernails that could use a good scrubbing. Still, when the Irish actor walked through the door, the heartbeats of practically every woman in the room skipped in unison. Abandoning even the facade of professionalism, one female reporter handed her camera to Farrell’s press rep before cozying up to the star for a photo op. At the Soho Grand after-party, a cluster of young women convinced their friend to follow the actor outside for a smoke break. The lucky lady returned five minutes later, beaming. “He gave me a cigarette, he gave me a light, and he gave me his jacket,” she reported. “He was a true gentleman.”

—Evelyn
Crowley

Photo: BILLY FARRELL/PatrickMcMullan.com

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