INT. KEVIN'S OFFICE -- MOMENTS LATER -- MORNING
Kevin leans back in his chair, contemplating what he just read. With a wry smile he eyes the unopened package from Amazon sitting on top of yesterday's mail and casually sweeps it off the desk into the wastebasket next to his desk. It makes a satisfying sound as it exits his life-- widening his smile a bit.
He cocks an eye at the mostly empty bottle of single malt next to the monitor and pauses.
"Least they were half right"
Thanks for the thoughtful analysis of how he constructed Bridge of Spies. His work is often far more subtle than he gets credit for.
um. wait. Did you really just marvel that "someone in their 60s is STILL creative"?
Think about the rather amusing notion that age somehow defines creativity.