Bill Murray’s greatest gift is his innate ability to be naturally cool, while at the same time coming off as low-key as your next door neighbor or college best friend. He might have been the funny guy you went to basic training with, goofing around to get past an asshole drill sergeant; he could be your childhood buddy’s drunken, axe-wielding dad. Though reportedly a little hard to find, once Bill’s locked down for a role, the man is all in. Case in point this amazing clip from Theodore Melfi’s directorial debut, St. Vincent. Murray plays a cantankerous war veteran hired as a convenient but questionable babysitter for his neighbor’s (Melissa McCarthy) 12-year old son. Whatever bad judgement calls are to be expected, at least the kid’ll learn about a music icon or two. Better yet, he gets a master class in effortless cool.
Between the strapped-on Walkman, his awesome cigarette hiding spot, and a clear love for plant-nurturing, I just can’t even with the Murrayness here.