Ladies and gentlemen, it’s been a crap day. We now say goodbye to Ricardo Montalban, who was a badass in every single way. Why is the Cordoba such a fantastic car–how do I know it is, having never driven one? Because the way Montalban said it, he made it badass.
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[fusion_builder_container hundred_percent=”yes” overflow=”visible”][fusion_builder_row][fusion_builder_column type=”1_1″ background_position=”left top” background_color=”” border_size=”” border_color=”” border_style=”solid” spacing=”yes” background_image=”” background_repeat=”no-repeat” padding=”” margin_top=”0px” margin_bottom=”0px” class=”” id=”” animation_type=”” animation_speed=”0.3″ animation_direction=”left” hide_on_mobile=”no” center_content=”no” min_height=”none”][ad#shortpost] And he was Mr. Roarke, who ruled Fantasy Island with a Corinthian leather fist. Seriously, I used to watch the hell out of this show.
And more recently he was still doing great roles, like playing the Grandfather in Spy Kids–which I really loved in the third movie, where, having been in a wheelchair for years in real life, on the screen he was suddenly MechaGrandfather and walking around, stomping ass. But dammit, the role Montalban will always hold a hard, cold place in our hearts for: Khan. The best goddamn Star Trek villain there ever was and possibly ever will be. He. Was. Perfect. And perfect in a way that few actors as villains are.
Mr. Montalban died at home this morning of “complications related to old age” at age 88. Farewell, Mr. Montalban. Thanks for everything.[/fusion_builder_column][/fusion_builder_row][/fusion_builder_container]