RIP. Feel like watching Dirty Dancing…
Yes, it’s official.
He was married to the same woman for 34 years…and now she’s alone?
In the Hollywood era of making marriage a career move and a farce, that was one reason to admire him.
I can’t think of a single thing I ever saw him in that I liked, but I have to admit, he always seemed like an okay guy.
RIP, Swayze.
Goodnight sweet Prince. Death don’t hurt.
Roadhouse remains the king of re-watchable TBS schmaltz movies when you’re vegging on the couch and flipping channels.
Loved him in Dirty Dancing! Rest in peace, Patrick!
I had the pleasure of working with Patrick and his wife, Lisa, many years ago.
They were both genuinely nice people, and Patrick was always really friendly with his fans who would come up and ask for autographs.
Patrick was also one of those people who put his arm on your shoulder when he would talk to you. Although it can be annoying when people do that, he seemed to get away with it with his down-home charm and ease.
They had a ranch and worked on it pretty much by themselves - he would tell stories of shoveling horse manure, baling hay, cleaning stalls - and you could tell by the way he described it that he really enjoyed doing it.
So sorry to hear this news - and I cannot imagine the pain Lisa is going through right now.
Well, I guess he won’t have to keep carrying his entire medical history around with him anymore.
Damn, that sucks. I liked him, even if only for his bit with Chris Farley on SNL.
This year will be a Patrick Swayze Christmas in his honor.
RIP Bhodi.
“It’s amazing, Molly. The love inside, you take it with you.”
– Ghost
This. I always wanted to write the guy off, but:
- He seemed less smarmy than most of the actors of his era.
- He was a good looking guy who could dance, but still looked like a man doing so (see any 80s video by Whitney Houston to see the opposite).
- Even at the height of Dirty Dancing hype, I heard “She’s Like the Wind” and thought, “Man, that guy can sing a little.”
- The SNL skit with Chris Farley.
- His role in Donnie Darko.
I saw him on the cover of the Nat’l Enquirer at H-E-B this evening. The headline was “Swayze sent home to die.” I thought, “They probably got this one right.”
RIP to a down home Texas boy.
Red Dawn and* To Wong Foo* were fun, and he gave the best reason for a guy to take dance lessons EVER: (paraphrasing) “There were all these girls…”
I watched him in *The Beast * on A&E and thought he was thoroughly badass. He literally gave the performance of his life in that show. I was pulling for him to get better. He had an impressive body of work and seemed like a genuinely good person. My sympathies go out to his family.
Watch Whoopi Goldberg closely over the next few days.
(And RIP Patrick.)
What’s the matter with you guys? This was never about the money, this was about us against the system. That system that kills the human spirit. We stand for something. We are here to show those guys that are inching their way on the freeways in their metal coffins that the human sprit is still alive.
