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<\/p>\nIt’s been a long day. To tell you the truth, I feel a little bit drained, and beaten up. Exhausted, yet kind of nervy and alert. My worst possible combination.<\/p>\n
So I’m going to watch:<\/p>\n
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Tribute not up yet. We’re working on it,<\/p>\n
I have immersed myself in Newman tributes today (including this one<\/a> – with which I have a personal connection … not to mention the fact that Newman’s hot salsa is the only kind of salsa I buy). It makes me crazy to see so many of these movies again. I haven’t seen Cool Hand Luke<\/i> (according to the barflies in Cheers<\/i> “the sweatiest movie ever made”) in years … or Butch Cassidy<\/i> or Mr. and Mrs. Bridge<\/i> (a personal favorite, as excruciating as it is). So I pulled out The Hustler<\/i> tonight. Not only is Newman in it, but Jackie Gleason is one of my favorite people to ever walk the planet<\/i>. Humphrey Bogart said that acting (good acting) should be “six feet back in the eyes”. No matter what Gleason did – comedy, drama, farce, or variety shows – it was “six feet back in the eyes”. He just makes me happy, that’s all. To know he existed. He seems rather impossible, doesn’t he? But there he is, a force of nature. I walk by his semi-silly statue every day outside of Port Authority in Times Square, and while I look upon it as kind of like the Rocky statue (like: let’s not pretend it’s Michelangelo’s David, mkay?) – it still makes me happy to see it. Because it’s a daily reminder that such impossible creatures as himself did actually walk the damn planet.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" It’s been a long day. To tell you the truth, I feel a little bit drained, and beaten up. Exhausted, yet kind of nervy and alert. My worst possible combination. So I’m going to watch: Tribute not up yet. We’re … Continue reading