oh to be 93 and executive produce a short film where you get cgi’d to look like you did in your decades-old beloved scifi franchise role and then all that happens is you walk through a garden and meet your fictional lover on the astral plane on his death bed and you hold his hand one last time – which, as long established, is how people kiss in his culture – and the sun rises. and you call it “unification”
amhrancas 