It's tough out there for an action figure. Now, I don't consider myself as dashing as this guy (just ask my wife), but at least I know to properly wield a TV camera. Fellini here looks like G.I. Joe snuck up from behind and rearranged his forearms in a frenzied display of kung-fu grip. The very sight makes me want to call a chiropractor for the swarthy little fella. Am I reading too much into this? Perhaps - but if some nameless corporations is gonna crank out molded doppelgangers of my grizzled breed, they could at least get the ergonomics correct. What's next, Barbie Dolls with impossible figures, killer wardrobes and androgynous boyfriends? Don't answer that - but for the love of all that's holy - pick up the playroom, would ya?
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And you scoffed when I named mine after you. Actually, my Siamese cat Buckley isn't too fond of Little Stewart. He jumps up on our mantel and knocks you...errr.. Little Stew over and onto the floor.
This guy has the Hollywood hold...
This is what the brainless beefcakes that look good but know little do when they are handed a camera for some press conference extra casting or something. They see that handle on top of the camera and figure that's where you hold it. So they do.
Well I think he is kinda cute anyhow and would make a nice guy to go with my Barbie. By the way, did you ever write that book you mentioned way back when? If you did and advertised here somehow I missed it. e-mail me Information please brendafay2410@yahoo.com BrendaBee
Like watching actors who don't play guitar pretend to play guitar. Painful.
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