So we hit up the opening night of William Shatner’s sentimental solo show last night, entitled Shatner’s World: We Just Live in It. We had fun. (And I nearly swooned in the lobby, standing next to my ultimate teen crush — you know, the one I developed right after I found the Beatles and irony — Ben Folds.)
But sitting there in the Music Box Theater, as the 80-year-old Shatner walked us through the highlights of his career, complete with video clips and projections, we were gobsmacked by one thing: When he was young, the man was a fox. Put this in your Friday Smile File:
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