Silver Fox Smackdown: Sam Elliot vs Sean Connery

By Elizabeth Shore

So, there I am, sitting around the table at my weekly critique group, eating chips and jabbering away about who knows what. (We’d not yet begun the critiquing portion of the evening’s festivities). Unexpectedly, Sam Elliot’s name came up and it triggered a respose like Pavlov’s dog. Drooling. Slobbering. We may well have started barking. Every woman emitted a lustful, longing sigh. “He’ssoooo hot,” one of my fellow critiquers said, her voice all breathy. “He IS,” another on...