The Dark Knight Rises starts next week, and I know what you’re thinking.  You’re thinking, Hey, I’m kind of missing Michael Keaton, and, where has that guy been anyway?  He’s been hanging out at Amelia’s Espresso and Panini with Daniel Kellison.  That’s where.  And you can the read their whole exchange at Grantland in which the typically media-shy Keaton (Batman, Beetlejuice, Mr. Mom) discusses his new project-in-the-works with Larry David, the one time he watched Quentin Tarantino get sloshed on Jägermeister “like some kind of frat boy,” Night Shift, politics, and working on the set of Mister Rogers’ Neighborhood.  Really:

In case the tiara hasn’t conveyed it, I’m not exactly the sporty type.In fact, the extent of my non-sportiness was the subject of my story that appeared in Stymie Journal of Sports and Literature and ESPN the Magazine for sporty types who needed a good laugh.Let me quote a close friend upon learning of its inclusion in ESPN in particular:“…. What?”Indeed. My name in its pages was so miraculous, I framed the cover featuring Roger Federer.He plays tennis. (According to Wikipedia.)

Please explain what just happened.

Just got a text requesting an emergency band meeting tomorrow, probably concerning wardrobe coordination for the next show.

What is your earliest memory?

A red tricycle. That’s all I remember. Seeing it.

The Northpark Mall Theater. The Color of Money. 1986. I was getting ready to move again. Just thirty miles north this time, and mom and dad had arranged for a couple of kids from the new school to take me to the movies. Dad knew one of their parents through work. A football player and a cheerleader … and me, the kid who built miniature set designs out of shoe boxes in drama class and recited lines from All the President’s Men at random and set her alarm clock so she could phone in the answer to the morning quiz on the oldies station – you know, the kind when they play a two-second clip and you have to guess what it is.