Charles Grodin has long been one of my favorite Hollywood antiheroes -- the perpetual lonely guy who'll never get noticed because he's ultimately too much of a meek, lone-voice-of-sanity-in-the-wilderness Charlie Brown type. He hasn't done a movie for a while, and there's no place for him in cable news anymore, but he thrives off-off-off-off-Broadway (in layman's terms: San Francisco), as the author of a new play about what it's like to be a meek, lone-voice-of-sanity-in-the-wilderness Charlie Brown type serving on the co-op board of an exclusive Manhattan apartment building. No word yet on possible east coast performances, but I'd go see it even if he was forced to put it on in the living room of his (privately owned) house in Connecticut.