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’s soooo hot,” one of my fellow critiquers said, her voice all breathy. “He IS,” another one agreed. “Even if he is, like, eighty years old.”
For the record, Sam’s only 71. But happily for us all, his career is going through a renaissance of sorts. He’s appeared in no less than three indie films this year and one of them, Grandma, which opens Friday, already has some critics clamoring for an Oscar nomination.
A co-worker to whom I’d mentioned my conversation about Sam Elliot called him the “ultimate cowboy.” And ya know, he’s right about that. Sam is definitely the ultimate cowboy. He’s also steamy, smokin’, burn-my-brain-just-thinking-about-him HOT. As a recent New York Times article pointed out, Sam “weakens the knees of female fans.” Despite his septuagenarian status, he’s one fine silver fox, and one after whom – as fellow Lady Smut blogger Rachel Kramer Bussel put it – we ladies are indeed lusting.
Yet try this on for size: when I told my work colleague that a fellow writer declared Sam Elliot has taken over Sean Connery’s place as sexiest senior, the response was nothing less than indignant. “No way!” he exclaimed. “No way can anyone take Sean Connery’s place.” Or … can they?
There’s no doubt Sean Connery turns heads. Knighted by Queen Elizabeth II in July 2000 and thus officially known as Sir Sean Connery, he oozes sex appeal like a maple tree oozes sap – thick and sweet and delicious. Many say he’s the best 007 ever, and when he was 69 People magazine declared him “Sexiest Man of the Century.” He’s got the looks, the height, and that bone melting brogue. Even now, on the cusp of turning 85 years old, Sir Sean’s got it going on. But hmmm, sexier than Sam? Methinks we’ve got the beginnings of a rumble.
In a way, though, this smackdown is really comparing apples to oranges. Cookies to cake. If you like the cowboy/biker/military type, Sam’s your man. If you prefer polished, dapper, manly sophistication, you probably veer toward Sir Sean. How can we really declare one hotter than the other?
Ah, heck. Who cares if it’s fair! Let the smackdown begin. Sean or Sam? Sam or Sean? Which guy stirs you up and leaves you shaking? State your case below and be sure to follow us at Lady Smut. We love stirring the pot.