He’s an actor’s actor, the very best that American film has ever produced, by some estimations. Including mine. I can name his bad performances on one finger (science fiction movie, Earth doomed, guess).

Robert Duvall does a turn in “A Night in Old Mexico,” a movie that plays like “Hud” and “The Reivers,” any picture about a comically colorful coot who heads to some version of “Sin City” for a little hell raising. With just a hint of “No Country for Old Men” about it.

He’s 83. And he’s still liable to get the girl, intimidate the band hombres and impress the hell out of the grandson he never knew he had who has come along for the ride (in a vintage Caddy, naturally).

I’ve interviewed him many times over the years, about every film from “The Scarlet Letter” to “A Family Thing,” “The Apostle” to “Get Low” to “Assassination Tango.”

So now it’s your turn to ask him some questions. Post’em as comments, and thanks for the help.