I DON'T GIVE A SHIT ABOUT THE ALLEGED ACTING TALENTS OF "HANOI JANE" FONDA.
I also don't give a shit about how 'hot' she may have looked in a move I haven't even seen. (That, actually, applies to ALL "Hanoi Jane" Fonda movies.)
I find her beneath contempt. See post #7, again, for pictorial representation of why I find her beneath contempt.
Maybe treason doesn't bother you. Maybe you're OK with treason, so long as the traitor is a good actor. I don't know ... but it's not looking very good for you.
You need to lie down in a cool, darkened room and have someone remove your cap lock.
To anyone else who cares, I once had the displeasure of sitting near this woman at a theatrical event in NYC. This was maybe 5 years ago. She wore a dreadful wig and spoke so loudly to her obviously feminista friends that she kept getting odd looks from other people in the room. I don’t know if she’s hard of hearing or just...narcissistic.
Then several hours later, she was called to give an amusing little speech (along with about 1,000 other actors). But Jane had fallen asleep at the dais and when she was finally prodded to the microphone she said: “This is a really weird event.” Once the boos died down, she made some innocuous remarks and plotzed back down in her seat, still looking completely stoned. Poor Master of Ceremonies, Jeremy Irons, then made some funny sarcastic remarks in her direction and we were all released back into the city streets. And that’s my Jane Fonda story.
I have checked off most of my bucket list. At the top right now is pissing on Hanoi Jane's grave. I will do everything in my power to live long enough to fulfill that dream. Several of my friends have passed. I am holding jars of their piss to fulfill their dream. Going to be a long line.