There is something desperately sad about great actors getting old. Last night, I watched an interview with Gene Wilder on Parkinson. I love Gene Wilder, but it was heartbreaking to see how slowly he moved and how old he looked. His mind is still as sharp as ever, but his body’s deterioration is demonstrative of the fact that time waits for no man.

Jack Nicholson is another example. I remember him from great roles in Batman, The Shining and One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest (my favorite book, by the way). He is 70 years old now.

Anthony Hopkins is also 70 years old. It’s difficult to come to terms with the aging of great actors because you remember them so fondly when they were in their prime and you hope that those great moments will last forever.

Even Harrison Ford is 65 years old. I have no idea how the new Indiana Jones movie is going to turn out.

My favorite actor, Harvey Keitel, is 68 years old. I don’t think he has been in a decent movie since Clockers – and there don’t look to be many exciting performances on the horizon.

At least Al Pacino, 67, still had some of his spark in Ocean’s Thirteen. There are some people who you wish just wouldn’t get older.