The actress, 78, thought her politics would never harm her career. Now she tells Will Pavia she may never act in a big-budget Hollywood movie again
‘You wanna hear a story about Brando?” asks Susan Sarandon, her bouncy auburn hair sprayed out across her shoulders; those potent eyes of hers looking at me over Zoom from behind a pair of thick, grey-blue-framed glasses. It’s a gorgeous day in New York City’s West Village, sunshine warms the wall behind her and a tabby cat named Ida sprawls at her side.
Who wouldn’t want to hear a story from her about Marlon Brando? She shrugs her grey cardigan off her shoulders and gives me a look that says: hold on to your hat.
