BHIF: Gene Hackman's hairline (and a BIG Sauna event)
An exclusive OJM Sauna bathhouse reading. Harrison Ford. Expert accounting. Merch results are in. She screwed Kramer? Improve your vert. Kaplan's Plot.
Welcome to BHIF for Friday February 28, 2024. Baruch Hashem (Thank God) It’s Friday is The Old Jewish Men weekly roundup where we get to all the crap that actually matters in the world. Obituary winners. Matchmaking. Marketplace finds. Market watch. Omega watch. Complaint of the week. Joke of the week. You get the picture.
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Obit (Gene Hackman)
Gene Hackman, Hollywood’s most Jewish non-Jew, snarls for the last time at 95.
Gene Hackman, known throughout his career as an ‘everyman,’ was subtle yet mesmerizing, cool without being particularly handsome, not-Jewish, but also the only guy who could intimidate a butcher into a thicker cut with one look.
“I really costs me a lot emotionally to watch myself on screen. I think of myself and feel like I’m quite young, and then I look at this old man with the baggy chins and the tired eyes and the receding hairline and all that.”
The Hackman charm was wry and self-possessed, delivered at a gravely register.
“I’m very sorry for your loss. Your mother was a terribly attractive woman.”
He played villains, coaches, degenerate grandfathers, spies, blue-collar workers, and war heroes. His characters had a way of holding back, which made them seem distant and wise. A Jew? Not technically, but no one could argue that he felt like an Old Jewish Man. And only a true OJM spirit would ask his grandsons if they “want to grab a couple burgers and hit the cemetery.”