I’d hate to argue with him. It’s Mr. Universe, James Bond and Indy’s old man, all rolled into one. There would be nothing left of me. He wasn’t averse to slapping folks. And, no…being Indiana Jones or possessing a vagina didn’t buy you a pass on that either.
“Give the old coot whatever he wants. We don’t need a fight here today…a building full of hipster millennials ganging up on an octagenarian. We’re
still toast, because it’s THAT octagenarian, and not Burl Ives or Don Knotts! He’ll murder us all, and look really cool doing it!”
Why do I have the feeling this will be Harrison Ford soon?
These hard case, alpha, crabapple actors need to die in their late 40’s in a drunken bar fight in Spain or somewhere, as God intended, and not be an 80/90-year-old pain in everyone’s ass.