Playboy Interview: Paul Hogan
July, 1988
It's 7:30 on a rainy New York winter morning. The film crew has already turned an East Village watering hole, Vazac's, into Al's Bar and Grill and crammed the place with lights and cameras. The door swings open and in walks a rugged, compact man with blond hair and a crinkly, weather-beaten face. He wears bush clothes--boots, a black hat and a short jacket of crocodileskin."G'day. Name's Mick Dundee," he announces cheerily. He leans back on the bar and gazes around the room. His accent...
