271 days ago | Variety - Film News
Sam Elliott must have made out of John Wayne’s rib, so fully does he ooze cowpoke charm. It’s a shame that Hollywood doesn’t make many westerns these days, because no actor wears a ten gallon hat more convincingly than Elliott. Some of that ease is attributable to his handlebar mustache and the rest stems from Elliott’s voice, a Texas-tinged baritone that seems to luxuriate over every syllable. So it’s a bit intimidating to hear Elliott pick up the phone, sounding a little like he just finished wrestling longhorns.
“You’ll have to excuse me,” Elliott says with the same drawl he’s used to hawk Coors beer or beef. “I’m right on the tail end of a flu bug. Still feeling kinda like shit. I hadn’t been sick in years and I’ve forgotten what it felt like.”
After years of well-regarded character