Monday, September 1, 2014

Full to the Brim

Wilford Brimley is one of my first and all time favorite character actors. For me, he's in the same class as Edward Asner and Charles Durning for warm masculine charm. And over the course of his acting career, Brimley might possibly be the best known daddybear actor that there has ever been, often steals the scene in any movie he's in. Adept at playing endearing curmudgeons, he's best known for his role in "Cocoon" and its sequel "Cocoon: The Return." Also known for his commercials ads for Liberty Medical and Quaker Oats.

Bald, portly and with a walrus mustache and a flair for accents, Wilford Brimley's unique presence, sometimes grand-fatherly, at other times menacing, has been gracing film and TV screens for decades. He was pretty much king of chubby, hairy, older actors for a long, long time, though he no longer quite as stunning as he used to be (pushing 80 and all). However, in his acting prime he was fucking gorgeous. Especially any of his films from the 80's or 90's and you are pretty much guaranteed high quality jack off material.

I know that his first breakthrough role was in "Cocoon," but, although I didn't know it at the time, it was "Ewoks: Battle for Endor" that first brought Wilford to my attention. But its his other film and TV appearances that are memorable like his appearance on NBC's Homicide, sporting a half-open pajama top, the bulge in his uniform with his appearance in "The Natural." And of course, "Cocoon" should be known to every daddybear lover mainly for the swimming pool scenes and the scene where he strips off and gets in the shower with his on-screen wife. There is another unknown to some film that's worth watching is a TV movie called "Blood River" that involves his character spending the night in a whore house and then soaking in a tin bath looking all furry and hot.

With all this being said, there are a few things that can go against Brimley. I've heard several people who've worked with him, did not liked him much, but I can over look it as his blood sugar was low. Secondly, he had a habit of pronouncing Diabetes as Diabeetus. Better to know than not to know, and it won't change the fantasy of the two of us fucking like like dogs on a bear skin rug down by the fireplace.



  That tie can't contain all that chest hair.
 That shirt can't contain all that chest hair.
 Yes... let it roam free.









Damn good fake.








 Probably the only time Wilford is not sporting his famous bushy mustache.


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