Adieu, Bob

The late Robert Goulet represented the kind of entertainment my people—Irish and Italian North Jerseyites of a certain age—most enjoyed. Here he is enjoying his finest cinematic hour for my money (you, on the other hand, might have preferred him in Beetlejuice), in Malle's Atlantic City.

Talk about "his hair was perfect."

Alex Witchel's nasty 1993 New York Times Magazine piece on the man contains this fascinating bit:

I was once in the Ritz-Carlton in New York," [Goulet] says, "which has a very small lobby, and a man brushed past me and it was Arnold Schwarzenegger. I'm smoking a cigar and so is he and I say, 'Hello, I'm Robert Goulet, I'm an entertainer and I want to congratulate you on your success.' And he ignores that and points at my cigar and wants to know what kind it is. And I tell him it is called La Gloria Cubana and he holds up his, which is a Davidoff, and says, 'Mine is a Cadillac to your Volkswagen.' And walks away."

D'oh! How did John Connolly and I forgot to put that in Premiere's 2001 article "Arnold the Barbarian"?...

Comments

[atk]

Thanks, I loved him.

[oweliatristilt]

I agreed with you