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Saw War of the Worlds yesterday. Defined mathematically, it’s ([Jurassic Park + Independence Day]/[Mrs. Doubtfire/3]).
No matter. Because Morgan Freeman was in it (narrating).
Like every other movie this year. I was watching Batman Begins thinking, “There’s no WAY they can cram another cameo in here.” But sure enough, in the basement, was crammed Morgan Freeman. In the same movie, no less, as Michael Caine, ubiquitous star of yesteryear.
I saw March of the Penguins. Aw, cute cuddly wittle tuxedobirds. In a film with NO HUMANS, Morgan Freeman’s voice showed up.
This guy’s agent must be Lucifer himself, and I’m trying to amass a decent amount of collateral to take a meeting with him.
‘Cause he’s burning the midnight oil with Freeman. He’s everywhere. He’s in an upcoming film called An Unfinished Life that I saw in a preview in FEBRUARY 2004. Morgan Freeman is showing up NOW in new films made two calendar years ago.
He was all over the Oscars this year for finally winning. And he just stayed there, smack dab in the public consciousness.
Pretty soon this guy’s gonna be showing up in home movies, videos of little cousin’s birthday parties, student films. The ground’s the limit.
Let’s face it. He’s the Christopher Walken of 2005. Only without the funny accent and steely eyes and penchant for dancing fabulously.
