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Alec Baldwin and Natalie Portman on David Letterman in 1996
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Alec Baldwin and Natalie Portman on David Letterman in 1996
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I was smitten when I saw her in The Professional and Beautiful Girls. She was my #1 age-appropriate crush growing up.
She’s so skilled at handling the interview and has natural humor. Another A+ for her studies.
She was adorable then.
This also popped up randomly in my feed. I have no idea why.
Alec Baldwin was so fucking cool. I love the little interaction there about not being able to count to $14 million. That was hilarious if you know the context.
Well I watched the whole thing but I’m not sure what was R Rated
she really doesnt look much different now
What happened over the next few years? By the time she got to Harvard she smoked weed every day, cheated on all her tests, and even snorted all the yay.
https://youtu.be/-A0iftflme4?si=jgbu7p-L3kVyMdc9
She’s been my #1 celebrity crush forever.
It’s a little creepy how smitten David was with her, given her age at the time…
She really grew into her head. Honestly looks barely any different neck up.
Alec Baldwin looks like a giant sitting next to her.
If this interview had aired today, Fox News, religious conservatives, and Republicans would be having meltdowns over the “moral decrepitude of “radical left teachers” and “Hollywood elites” for letting a 14 year old girl read a book with drug references and watch a movie with sexual themes.
Yet look at how Natalie Portman turned out decades later. She’s more mature and well adjusted than most conservatives.
Natalie Portman is the reason I work out. I have this fantasy where we start talking at the Vanity Fair Oscars party bar. We exchange a few pleasantries. She asks what I do. I say I loved her in New Girl. She laughs. I get my drink.
“Well, see ya,” I say and walk away. I’ve got her attention now. How many guys voluntarily leave a conversation with Nathalie Portman? She touches her neck as she watches me leave.
Later, as the night’s dragged on and the coterie of gorgeous narcissists grows increasingly loose, she finds me on the balcony, my bowtie undone, smoking a cigarette.
“Got a spare?” she asks.
“What’s in it for me?” I say as I hand her one of my little white ladies. She smiles.
“Conversation with me, duh.”
I laugh.
“What’s so funny?” she protests.
“Nothing, nothing… It’s just… don’t you grow tired of the egos?”
“You get used to it,” she says, lighting her cigarette and handing me back the lighter.
“What would you do if you weren’t an actress?” I ask.
“Teaching, I think.”
“And if I was your student, what would I be learning?”
“Discipline,” she says quickly, looking up into my eyes, before changing the subject. “Where are you from?”
“Bermuda,” I say.
“Oh wow. That’s lovely.”
“It’s ok,” I admit. “Not everything is to my liking.”
“What could possibly be not to your liking in Bermuda?” she inquires.
“I don’t like sand,” I tell her. “It’s coarse and rough and irritating and it gets everywhere.”