Lee Majors Is The Six Million Dollar Man

A nostalgic article for me from CBC: Lee Majors dishes on Six Million Dollar Man role.

CBCNews.ca: You’d have to star in [a new Six Million Dollar Man movie].

Majors: Nope. I would do the Oscar Goldman part. I want to sit there in the office and point my finger and say, “Steve, go get ’em.”

Phillip and I had the Six Million Dollar Man action figure – got em for Christmas. Best Christmas ever!

Lee Majors is 72. Holy crap.

Movie Review: “Rio Bravo”

  I finally got around to watching a classic western movie I’d heard about for years, Rio Bravo, and it’s a good one. John Wayne is the sheriff of a dusty old town who has to hold a bad guy, a murderer, in the local jail for six days while he waits for the U.S. Marshall to show up and take the bad guy away. But then the bad guy’s brother and a gang of hoodlums comes into town and threatens to break the bad guy out of jail. John Wayne has two deputies to help him out. One of them has the shakes all the time because he recently stopped drinking, and the other one is an old coot called Stumpy who moves slow and walks with a limp. It’s a tense situation right from the start because the bad guys could easily make a move and blow them all to Kingdom Come if they’re not careful. It’s not a shoot-’em-up action packed movie, but every scene and just about every shot reveals something significant about the characters and moves the story along at a more rapid and anxious pace as it goes on. Two of the actors in the movie are singers, Dean Martin and Ricky Nelson, so there is one obligatory scene where they sing a couple songs together, which is indicative of how generally harmless the movie is, but even though it’s not a violent and dirty movie like The Good, The Bad and the Ugly, it doesn’t need to be because the story is so well told. It’s not a slow and dragged out western either. It’s over two hours long, but I didn’t notice the time because I was engaged from the first scene to the last. They don’t make movies like this anymore.


Do you ever go a whole day without swearing?

I’ve thought about it, and my answer is: Probably not. Even when I’m not cursing at something, eventually I drop an f-bomb somewhere within those 24 hours. So yeah, my answer is, “Probably not.”