Sigourney Weaver is Dale Earnhardt Jr.
Both will stare a hole through your soul if given the chance. I’m still not sure which one I would rather see in a dark alley.
When the poop hits the fan, Colonel Quartich blows stuff up and takes no prisoners. In NASCAR, Mike Helton changes the rules before Talladega and gives drivers an evil glare.
I have no clue how either of them do what they do for a living.
Both are young. Both get it done, though in totally different ways, if you smell what the Fark is cooking.
Nobody knew who in the blue hell Sam Worthington was six months ago. Then he hooked up with a juggernaut of a director, and he’s set for life. Six years ago, Jimmie Johnson was a somewhat unheralded driver who got an opportunity with a juggernaut of an owner. Sam Worthington won’t four straight Oscars, but it’s amazing what happens when talent meets opportunity.
Next week: Comparing Mark Martin to Alec Baldwin in "It’s Complicated."