seen sixteen times and I still think is the greatest adventure movie ever
ever ever made. (True story videospornosgratis about Gunga Din: when I got discharged from the
Army, I made a videospornosgratis vow never to go back on an Army post. No big deal,
just a
simple lifelong vow. Okay, videospornosgratis now I'm home videospornosgratis the day after I videospornosgratis get out and I've
got a buddy at Fort Sheridan nearby and I call to check in and
he says,
"Hey, guess what's on post tonight? Gunga Din." "We'll go," I said. "It's
tricky," he said; &videospornosgratis quot; you're a civilian." Upshot: I got back into uniform the
first night I was out and snuck onto an Army post to see that movie. Snuck
back. A thief in the night. Heart pounding, the sweats, videospornosgratis everything. ) I'm
addicted to action/adventure/call-it-what-you-will, in videospornosgratis any way, shape, etc.
I never missed an Alan Ladd picture, an Errol videospornosgratis Flynn picture. I still don't
miss John Wayne pictures.
My videospornosgratis whole life really began with my father reading me the Morgenstern when
I was ten. Fact: Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid is, no question, the
most popular
thing I've ever been connected with. When I die, if the Times
videospornosgratis gives me an obit, it's going to be because of Butch. Okay, now what's the
scene everybody talks about, the single moment that stays fresh for videospornosgratis you and
me and the masses? Answer: the jump videospornosgratis off the cliff. Well, when I wrote that,
I remember thinking that those cliffs videospornosgratis they were jumping off, those were the
Cliffs of Insanity that everybody tries to climb in The Princess Bride. Videospornosgratis in
my mind, when I wrote Butch, I was
thinking back further into my mind,
remembering my father videospornosgratis reading the rope videospornosgratis climb up the Cliffs of Insanity and
the death that was lurking right videospornosgratis behind.
That book was the single best thing that happened to me (sorry videospornosgratis about that,
Helen; Helen is my wife, the hot-shot child psychiatrist), and long before
I videospornosgratis was even married, I knew I was going to share it with my son. I knew I
was going to have a son too. So videospornosgratis when Jason was born (if he' d been a girl,
he would have been Pamby; can you videospornosgratis believe that, a woman child psychiatrist
who would give her kids videospornosgratis such names?)-anyway, when Jason was born, I made a
mental note to buy him videospornosgratis a copy of The videospornosgratis Princess Bride for his tenth birthday.
After which I promptly forgot all about it.
Flash forward: the Beverly Hills videospornosgratis Hotel last December. I am going mad
having meetings on Ira Levin's The Stepford Wives, which I am adapting for
the Silver Screen. I call my wife in New York at