The Men Of Hollywood

It’s a crap day in Manhattan, gray and cold, with the kind of indecisive mist that turns a person from dry to wet without quite justifying an umbrella. Jesse Eisenberg is talking at auctioneer speed and bouncing his feed to an imaginary house beat at the bar of midtown restaurant. If, in The Social Network, his Mark Zuckerberg was almost reptilian in his impassivity, the actor’s real-life persona is more along the lines of a charming mouse: twitchy and quick, with the wary posture of a prey animal. “I cried every day of first grade,” the 27-year-old says, explaining his peculiar sensitivities. “In class. Which meant I ended up getting comfortable emoting in a place where it wasn’t norm.” He looks at the ground, where we notice a red helmet. Wait - did he bIke all the way to midtown in the rain?