Jeff Bridges, 73, Reflects on His Cancer, COVID Battle: ‘The Obstacle Was Death’
Jeff Bridges thrusts a single foot onto his desk. A muscular foot, clad in a funky rubber sandal. A well-cared-for foot to be sure. Surprisingly slender, unsurprisingly pale, lit by late-afternoon sunlight from his window. There it is. Jeff Bridges’ foot. Even his foot is cool. I’m just saying. He has just worked out; his thick gray hair is wet and slicked back. Bridges is bearded, bespectacled and tan, looking very put together in a gray button-down — yet undeniably windblown, having forgotten to button up. And he isn’t throwing his bare feet on his desk, his hands behind his head, in some stagy “life is good” pose. It’s just a single foot. We’d been discussing the establishing shots of his television show The Old Man (FX), in which his eponymous character, an arguably infamous CIA assassin, is introduced to his audience without a hint of intrigue or international tension. Instead, the show opens with Bridges sitting in darkness, on the edge of a bed, groaning and sighing at the prospect of getting up again (and again) to pee. A bedside clock indifferently glowers up the narrowing intervals of his time for sleep — 1:15, 3:03, 5:42, 6:32 a.m. Later that morning, on the same bed, he undertakes the painful contortions of getting socks onto his old-man feet. He is the titular character, after all, the old man.
Via: AARP
