Ford is standing over there, bent slightly forward, arms at his sides, face set in a grave scowl. Even at this distance hes fixed his eyes on yours, a gaze he won’t break for the duration of the ride. Its just you and him and the deathly quiet of the dim, empty, cavernous room.
LOS ANGELES Harrison Ford will see you now.
Even for an old hand at this, its a gut check to walk up on Captain Solo, Indiana Jones, President Jack Ryan, Rick Deckard, or in real-life terms, the guy who last summer took a vintage warbird hundreds of feet into the air, plowed it into a golf course green and lived to tell about it.
So you just try to be cool. I dunno, fly casual.
Its the kind of space where a real estate huckster might pitch several hundred get-rich hopefuls on any given Sunday, but today its dark and empty, save for the warm glow of a shaded lamp and two plush leather chairs in the far corner. Ford is standing over there, bent slightly forward, arms at his sides, face set in a grave scowl.Read More..