The Silver Fox of the Silver Screen

There’s something awfully strange, yet completely alluring about him. Perhaps it’s the fine wine ageing. The impeccable style. The individual blend of awkward, thoughtful, nice guy charm. And then, of course, there’s the staccato-like, syncopated way of stammering through a sentence that is Walken-esque but completely his own. Akin to a polyrhythmic drum beat, it’s…...