It was at an after-party at the Mondrian Hotel following the premiere of Neil LaBute’s 1998 film Your Friends and Neighbors. She and another journalist started chatting with the actor. All was going well until Mozena confused her sch-words:
“You play such a schlub in this movie.” It’s not a question, it’s simply an awkward statement. Stiller stops talking. The reporter beside me just stares at me. “Interview over,” Stiller says and walks away.