Henry, I share your sentiments. My dad was WWII fighter pilot/flight instructor so our sentiments leaned towards General Stewart, of course. Both actors evinced in their roles and in their private lives that steeliness you refer to. Both were magnificent to watch in their movies --along with their co-stars. Grace Kelly and Gary Cooper …
Henry, I share your sentiments. My dad was WWII fighter pilot/flight instructor so our sentiments leaned towards General Stewart, of course. Both actors evinced in their roles and in their private lives that steeliness you refer to. Both were magnificent to watch in their movies --along with their co-stars. Grace Kelly and Gary Cooper in the mentioned classic, High Noon, and Ms Kelly in Rear Window with Jimmy Stewart. Two very different types of movies but two movies I'd pay admission to see and hunker down in a lodge seat with an immense bucket of popcorn and a giant soda (health concerns notwithstanding), and watch with great relish.
Like the former days of UCLA football, it's a shame that movies such as these are not made anymore.
Ahhhhhh, the thrills of our our youth; the Saturday afternoons, etc.
I'll spare you my memories of Prothro and Vermeil, and -- in a grudging sense -- the late Terry Donahue, but the Bruins of yore were as watchable as the decent, exciting movies of the bygone Hollywood. (Hell, I even miss Bob Toledo!)
Henry, I share your sentiments. My dad was WWII fighter pilot/flight instructor so our sentiments leaned towards General Stewart, of course. Both actors evinced in their roles and in their private lives that steeliness you refer to. Both were magnificent to watch in their movies --along with their co-stars. Grace Kelly and Gary Cooper in the mentioned classic, High Noon, and Ms Kelly in Rear Window with Jimmy Stewart. Two very different types of movies but two movies I'd pay admission to see and hunker down in a lodge seat with an immense bucket of popcorn and a giant soda (health concerns notwithstanding), and watch with great relish.
Like the former days of UCLA football, it's a shame that movies such as these are not made anymore.
Ahhhhhh, the thrills of our our youth; the Saturday afternoons, etc.
I'll spare you my memories of Prothro and Vermeil, and -- in a grudging sense -- the late Terry Donahue, but the Bruins of yore were as watchable as the decent, exciting movies of the bygone Hollywood. (Hell, I even miss Bob Toledo!)