My son just said “Who’s Steve Martin?”
“A comedian. Been in tons of movies. Writer. TV shows.”
“Any movies I’ve seen?”
“Cheaper by the Dozen, Father of the Bride.” (Two that I know he’s seen because we watched them together).
“Anything else?”
me, BRILLIANT – here, watch this!
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pP7AJiQM2RIHim: “Mmm, okay. Thanks. I think I’ll go watch the guys cheating at casinos some more.”
This will always be the first Charlton Heston movie I can recall seeing, because we weren’t into gladiator movies at the casa and I liked sci-fi and apes.
I was three when it came out, so the first time I saw it was on TV some years later (most of you, go ask your parents what the world was like before VCRss and Tivo. Catch that misty look in their eye? It’s cuz they’re OLD) And you know what? It sucked me in. I honestly didn’t think that it would end the way it would (“Goddamn you all to hell!”)
I really liked the refreshing dialogue and politically correct treatment of simians.
Bye, Chuck.
“Guys like seeing girls in bikinis rigging baits and setting the hook.”
I don’t have a problem with a fishing charter business that has girls on board that are topless. I’m not a fisherman, but I would think looking at a bunch of guys like me (middle-age, fat, hairy, beer gut) all day would get pretty. damn. old.
Just sayin’