Me too!
I’d also pay to see David Hyde Pierce be a mime, and Wayne Brady to choke this white bitch.
Me too!
I’d also pay to see David Hyde Pierce be a mime, and Wayne Brady to choke this white bitch.
Lemme see. He did nearly twenty years with the RSC and the RNT, he’s won an olivier award for his one man performance of A Christmas Carol, he’s churned out good performance for directors such as Bergman and Lynch…but he doesn’t have acting ability?
That seems a little unlikely. Oh admittedly he’s a pompous old ham these days, but don’t think that means he can’t act. Hell, Ian Mckellen’s gone to seed as well since he became a celeb, but that’s hollywood living for you.
Patrick Stewart also had the cajones to give an excellent portrayal of a gay guy in Fraiser.
John Lithgow. I’d pay to hear his fine Irish tenor sing the phone book.
Anyone mentioning Patrick Stewart has obviously not seen Lifeforce.
Bob Newhart Uses the Telephone. And you can only hear his half of the conversation.
As much as I love Warburton myself, there is evidence that his ability to make anything funny is, unfortunately, not infinite.
I’m fairly confident that there was nobody but Mathilda May in that movie.
-Joe
And he doesn’t actually say anything, just says, “Uh-huh,” and “Okay,” a lot.
I’d pay money to see “Robert Duvall Puts on a Cowboy Hat and Grins.”
Oh wait, maybe I’ve seen that already. (I loves me some Robert Duvall though.)
Max von Sydow brings a little class even to silly movies.
I wouldn’t mind seeing Jeremy Irons tie his necktie without a mirror, get it wrong, pull it apart, then do it again. All while reciting a Shakespeare sonnet to Sinead Cusack as she was brushing her hair. Except that he’d get it right the first time, the bastard, and then pick out just the right jacket to go with the necktie.
And what the hell, Angelina Jolie eating an ice cream cone, but that goes without saying.
A popsicle would be better. Maybe save that for the sequel?
Sean Connery reading the phone book, but it has to be in his Scottish brogue and he has to start with the Rrrrrrrrrrr’s.
In “The Da Vinci Code” you get to watch the great* Ian McKellen* more or less “reading the phone book” and it couldn’t save that dog of a film.
Chow Yun Fat Chews on a Toothpick.
But he needs the long long braid he had in Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon. What I wouldn’t have given to see that unplaited and loose, blowing in the breeze.
:: thud ::
Well, here’s a story that is quite suited to this thread topic:
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I remember reading about this in an Isaac Asimov trivia book and I was glad to find it online.