I used to do film reviews for a hospital radio station many years ago at the same time I joined the NFT in London for a couple of years, which meant thanks to the two combined I could blag my way into a few very useful places nine times out of ten, and the thing that still remains with me is that 99.9% of people I ended up cornering were fantastic. Time to name drop: I ended up at the UK Premiere of Resevoir Dogs in November of 1992 and chatted to both Harvey Keitel and Quentin Tarentino who I thought would just cast me aside but chatted with me for a few minutes (before the stampede started). Charles M. Jones was an absolute joy (especially for a life long fanboy) and was quite candid in how he hated what 'Tiny Toons Adventures' had done to his creations/work. But the one person I'll always remember was director Carl Franklin who I ended up chatting to in the pouring rain outside the Odeon Leicester Square and was a real top man. I'd just seen his film 'One False Move' and for about half an hour he told me about acting in TV shows 'Baretta' and 'The A-Team' as well as confiming to me how difficult it was financing 'One False Move' and what a great guy Billy Bob Thornton was, who at that time (1992) I'd never even heard of.
I only ever had one bad run in with a well known oscar winning film director who shall remain nameless who was the rudest man I had ever met.