Back in '54 |
It's 1995. Bob Mitchum, aging bad boy of Hollywood. Noir icon. Working with indie
filmmaker Jarmusch on postmodern Dead Man. Mitchum tells him, “I saved up a million dollars acting
and spent it on a horse farm in Tuscon. Now when I go down there, I look at the
place and realize my whole acting career adds up to a million dollars’ worth of
horseshit.”
Shirley McLaine said he was a ‘poet with an ax’.