On September 8, 1966, for the first time we entered “Space: The Final Frontier”. The reviews were not great. Showbusiness magazine Variety said: “William Shatner . . . appears wooden.”
Wooden? Me, wooden? Not that I took it personally, of course.
I barely even remember reading that review, sitting at the kitchen table on a rainy morning, eating three eggs while Gloria, dressed in a pale green cotton top, got our daughters ready for school.
As a professional actor, those things don’t bother me. And that review has continued to not bother me for more than four decades.
]]>I’m not saying anything is wrong with what Simon does. I just think we should try to be more kind, gracious and loving to the people in our real lives.
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