The fact that John Goodman's jowls have officially swallowed his face at the age of 57 is fascinating but irrelevant, as is his ghostly pallor.
Question: How has a man who clearly believes in limitless indulgence cheated death by coronary thrombosis/diabetes/stomach explosion/gout for this long?If you are curious as to what he will look like on his 60th, look no further than this image I recently obtained from the future:
Answer: He has embraced the dark side. He will live forever, growing increasingly more grotesque--yet mirthful--with each passing day. He is unstoppable. He might eat you just for fun and present his children with a clever brain-stimulating puzzle made from your mangled bones.
Perhaps George Lucas can somehow seize this fertile opportunity to make another billion dollars for no good reason? Reinvigorate the flaccid franchise while saving millions on special effects?
If he and Spielberg are done ruining the Indiana Jones series, that is...
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