Bill Paxton; American actor, director, beacon of hope for all mankind. A movie industry without him would be like a blue sky without a sun, a Dodge without a hemi, a cold-cut food spread at a work function without condiments and fresh kaiser rolls. Answer me this, has there ever been another so brave as to sacrifice their life to getting impregnated by acid-blood aliens for the sake of Ridley and all of mankind (Aliens, 1986), someone smart enough who, being thousands of miles away from home, floating in the vacuum of space in his malfunctioning tin can with a fever of 150 degrees and having to deal with shitty Kevin Bacon almost killing everyone by "stirring the tanks" when he wasn't supposed to, somehow pulls it together and helps Hanks get them back home safely (Apollo 13, 1995), or someone so bold enough to actually believe that a role in Predator 2 with Arnold being substituted by Danny fucking Glover would be a good career move? People, the answer is a resounding "no". And the joke, is on us. This man, scrapping his way through jobber-role after jobber-role, after years of being humiliated by Schwarzenegger in one James Cameron film after another, the Pax-man has morphed into one of the most gifted, versatile actors on the face of the earth as we know it. To hell with DeNiro and Pacino, DiCaprio and Pitt. Give me a solid no-nonsense American asskicker of a film, and I'll give you Texas-bred Bill Paxton. Cheers, Bill. This Bud's for you.
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