Welcome to "The Gods Are Bored!" If you're old enough to remember the "Paul is dead" conspiracy, then you recall that it wasn't this Paul they were talking about, but Paul McCartney, who is still alive.
Who among our 21st century crop of actors can replace this guy? I'm thinking....
Bamp! Time's up. There's no one, nada, not a single sexy young chappie who can hold a candle to Paul Newman.
If ever any modern person deserved to be placed on a barge and floated downriver while archers shoot flaming arrows from the shore, it is this fabulous, big-hearted, faithful husband of a person. May his way to the Summerlands be clear, and his welcome by the Gentry of Sidhe be warm.
Ladies, if you haven't seen Long Hot Summer (1958), rent it! Perhaps with your "divorce aid" close to your elbow.
7 comments:
i loved him...
sort and simple.
i even had a dream about him once..that i was having his baby..really ...i woke up and thought .."what the fuck"....best dream i ever had..
I really admired him as a person, more so for his charity work than as an excellent actor.
His spaghetti sauce gives me the runs.
Dyckerson, a true romantic.
He was okay, but he wasn't my life.
"Long Hot Summer" ~ oh yeah baby baby!
Oh, yeaaaaah. the languor and lust of Long Hot Summer. I hope I run into him in the Summerlands. (Yeah, I've got a list--he and Molly Ivins are the only famous ones on it. Well, maybe Tesla, too.) His eyes are the standard by which the sky is measured. I toast him with Newman's lemonade. Cheers!
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