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The Hollywood legend is now a lonely, broke, dirty old man whos barely worthy of notice.
But now the humiliations come thick and fast.
Vic is invited to receive an award from a Nashville film festival that turns out to be amateur hour.
He has to stand in a long airport line for a middle seat in coach.
His motel overlooks the superhighway.
And on and on…
Through it all, Vic ponders the women he abandoned and mistakes he made.
And for all my groaning during the film, I couldnt help being haunted.
Reynolds seemed too good-natured, too in on the joke, to be threatening.
The movie might be self-exploitation, but his mere presence makes it potent.
If only he were a wittier asshole!
(But making Vic Jewish was a mistake.
A final monologue in which Vic laments his misspent life is corny but bearable.
It will be published in June and you should get it.
Ridley might have covered a Vic Edwards or Burt Reynolds tribute and done it with love.
