Had I remembered the thought before, it would've been in sorry taste to ask at the time. Not when the actor and actress-wife Lorna were taking a hopeful gamble with the gene therapy vector Rexin-G in the hope of saving himself from the brink. (He was already staring down at the yawning chasm at the time of the interview in late February).
See, I've always held this notion that Rudy Fernandez is one of the few players in the "kiss-kiss, bang-bang" genre who consents to 'die' in his movies, instead of gratifying the fan base always by riding off gloriously in one piece into the sunset. Is that an omen or an unarticulated death wish? Shallow Freud.
That assumption comes from the left field certainly. My recent knowledge of his filmography only goes as far as the movies they show in buses to keep the passengers from grousing too much about the traffic. Maybe, he just strikes me as too milky-faced for a movie macho, too readily churned into whey by the baddies.
But fan or no fan, he acquitted himself passably well in his biggest action role yet, playing it straight like a man who has shaken hands with the thought of dying.
