Years ago, Morgan Freeman directed a film called “Bopha!” which my company handled. It was a drama set in South Africa during the apartheid era, with Danny Glover, Alfre Woodard, and Malcolm McDowell. My boss and I met him in a restaurant near Columbus Circle to talk over the project. The first thing he wanted to know is if we liked his film. “Oh yes,” we all said, like good publicists should. “Really?” he asked with the trademark Morgan Freeman twinkle. “I think that making a film can be an opportunity for masturbation.” And he laughed. That meal was one of the best meals I’ve ever had in my life, just to be near him and feel his warmth.