Paul Newman’s “Brick” is the favoured son to Burl Ives’ “Big Daddy.” Overwhelmed, I swallowed hard, friends, as this climactic exchange stabbed through my head:

But it’s always there in the morning, ain’t it – the truth? And it’s here right now. You’re just feelin’ sorry for yourself. That’s all it is – self-pity. You didn’t kill Skipper. He killed himself. You and Skipper and millions like ya are livin’ in a kid’s world, playin’ games, touchdowns, no worries, no responsibilities. Life ain’t no damn football game. Life ain’t just a bunch of high spots. You’re a thirty-year old kid. Soon you’ll be a fifty-year old kid, pretendin’ you’re hearin’ cheers when there ain’t any. Dreamin’ and drinkin’ your life away. Heroes in the real world live twenty-four hours a day, not just two hours in a game. Mendacity, you won’t…you won’t live with mendacity but you’re an expert at it. The truth is pain and sweat and payin’ bills and makin’ love to a woman that you don’t love anymore. Truth is dreams that don’t come true and nobody prints your name in the paper ’til you die…The truth is, you never grow’d up. Grown-ups don’t hang up on their friends…and they don’t hang up on their wives…and they don’t hang up on life. Now that’s the truth and that’s what you can’t face!

Wow….wow. Ain’t that a moment in classic cinema. I wish I could identify with a 30-year-old kid but, alas, I’m 42. Totally different. I am as nimble and quick as a Cat on a Hot Iron Roof. But seriously, though, it’s time I became a man. It’s time I took on some responsibility. I’m going to go out right this minute and make love to a woman I don’t love anymore. Now, who did I shoot yesterday??

You look like you are in your mid 50s.

There's a Chinese re-make coming out called Cat On A Hot Tin Wok .

I'm not sure what you're trying to confess here, but for the people who slept through high school English class, that story was about the homosexual relationship between Brick and Skipper and Brick suffering with having to live a lie after his gay lover killed himself.

Don't let the mendacity continue, Br(ick)andon. Who is your Skipper?

I stand by the funniness of my post. Imagine having to make love to a woman you don't love. Give me libertine or give me death. I want my freedom.

newman makes a mean dressing.

Conrad Hilton Jr. (1950–1951)
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Who will be lucky number 9?

Back in the day, Liz Taylor was the hottest woman on the planet. She could give me wood fully clothed faster than any pornwhore with a pistoning cock in her ass.

Elizabeth Taylor is grace and beauty they don't make em like that any more.

bitch can handle her scripts too. she's been pilled up and dosed out for decades.

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One of my favorite movies, she is one of the sexiest ladies from those times...shame how she is now...but I also saw the one w/Jessica Lange and Tommy Lee Jones and the one with Laurence Olivier, Natalie Wood and the one w/Jane Fonda....just for comparisons, ya know?
Fave is Liz Taylor and Jane Fonda.