Peter Falk

I heard from an old high school friend of mine last night who we’ll call Miss G. She corrected me about my last post on two counts. People that have known you your whole life don’t ever cut you any slack.

1) Every girl in my junior class did not like Nick Nolte, as Miss G’s favorite actors were Alan Arkin and Michael Caine. Miss G, I left that third one out as I’m quite sure you didn’t wish to make him publicly known! [See title.] You always were mature for your age.

Perhaps at this juncture, I should confess that although I did think Peter Strauss was cute, I had at least two actresses that I fixated on during that time — Joan Hackett and Sandy Dennis. Odd choices, don’t you think? Joan Hackett was a great actress who had a gift for underplaying every scene — even when it called for intense emotion. A ruffian could be pistol whipping her man and she’d just whisper with a slight quiver, “I don’t think you should be doing that.” Sandy Dennis had a little bit of a stutter but that may have stemmed from playing opposite George and Martha in Who’s Afraid of Virginia Woolf? The last I saw of Sandy, she was in People magazine wearing a mumu, surrounded by 27 cats. But I still loved her.


Joan, reacting to a murder


Sandy & unknown cat

2) Back to my corrections! Miss G told me it wasn’t Ellen Barkin but rather an actress named Collette Blanigan. (I reckon that was her fifteen minutes of fame.) I must have been temporarily blinded and unable to distinguish between the two actresses. Here is a photo from that dark theater. See if you can tell whether it’s Ellen Barkin or not.

Surprise, surprise, surprise!

Surprise, surprise, surprise!

Published in: on February 9, 2009 at 5:45 pm  Comments (1)  

Baby’s Head Soft Spot #6 — Nick Nolte

Rich Man, Poor Man

Why would I be thinking about Nick Nolte today when I haven’t seen him in a movie since Prince of Tides. He’s a has-been, a broken down old actor who’s time has passed.

Well, blame it on Mickey Rourke. If you saw the Golden Globes, you know exactly what I mean. Mickey was nasty beyond description. Nothing like the young Mickey that was in Diner, which I hated anyway. I was severely traumatized from the scene in the movie theater where he stuck his manhood up through a popcorn box so that Ellen Barkin would touch it and swoon. Luckily, for the sake of the movie, she was not traumatized. Anyway, he always freaked me out. But now that he’s taken a few too many punches to the ol’ kisser, he’s way scary. We’ll probably see him punching and shuffling his way through yet another 9 1/2 Weeks sequel very soon. Or maybe a prequel. He could play his character’s old abusive grand pappy. So why did Mickey remind me of Nick?


When I was a junior in high school, every girl there was in love with Nick Nolte, the bad boy from Rich Man, Poor Man. Well, except me — I loved, Rudy Jordache, the golden boy played by Peter Strauss. More of a button down type. I didn’t fully appreciate Nick until I was a middle aged woman.  And by then it was too late. The young buff Nick had morphed into a middle aged drunken bozo whose hair had a life all its own. So naturally, when I saw Mickey in such poor condition, I thought of Nick in a similar state of disrepair.

But at least Nick kept his sense of style.

And people wonder why old people live in the past.


Published in: on February 5, 2009 at 7:01 pm  Leave a Comment  
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