I’m just going to say it, I’m not a big fan of Philip Pullman or “His Dark Materials.” It’s a long, complex thing which I’ll get into if I ever review the books. But for now, just let it be said before I begin this anecdote related to the movie version of The Golden Compass.
Miss Print [holding up DVD case for said movie]: “Do you know what the best part of this movie was?”
Bear: “The ending?”
Miss Print: “No. That would be Sam Elliott.”
Lisa: “Who?”
Bear: “He played the cowboy.” (AKA Lee Scoresby–the best part of the entire book trilogy.)
Miss Print [stunned]: “You don’t know Sam Elliott?”
Lisa: “He’s an old guy right?”
Miss Print: “He’s so much more.”
I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again, Sam Elliott is amazing–if you don’t know who he is, you’re missing out. He once said he didn’t want to be known as a sex symbol, because there was a stigma attached to that, and he’d rather just be a Sam Elliott. And, really, he’s the best Sam Elliott ever (and a cowboy, and awesome . . . *stops gushing*).
cant believe you didnt absolutely *love* his dark materials. I am a little sad!
To be fair I did really like the first two, but my opinion changed after reading the third. Possibly also because I read it in close succession with Pullman’s Ruby in the Smoke trilogy which annoyed me for similar reasons. (Specifically the reason is his “Frederick Must Die” rule as mentioned here: http://www.newyorker.com/archive/2005/12/26/051226fa_fact?currentPage=all)