Long Lost Letter Shows That Tom Hanks Was Always Bumbling And Adorable

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There’s a reason that Tom Hanks is every man and woman’s favorite movie star. His down-to-earth, self-deprecating charm was evident even at 18 years old, when he wrote a letter to the director of The Sting, asking for help making it in Hollywood.

If not done right, a letter like this could read like a dude-bro acquaintance asking a successful screenwriter to read what they’ve been working on at Starbucks, but in this case–I don’t know–it’s Tom Hanks:

Dear Mr. Hill,

Seeing that … I have seen your fantastically entertaining and award-winning film “The Sting,” starring Paul Newman and Robert Redford, and enjoyed it very much, it is all together fitting and proper that you should “discover” me. Now, right away I know what you are thinking: ‘Who is this kid?’ and I can understand your apprehensions. I am a nobody. No one outside of Skyline High School has heard of me. … My looks are not stunning. I am not built like a Greek God, and I can’t even grow a mustache, but I figure if people will pay to see certain films … they will pay to see me.

Let’s work out the details of my discovery. We can do it the way Lana Turner was discovered, me sitting on a soda shop stool, you walk in and notice me and — BANGO — I am a star.

Or maybe we can do it this way. I stumble into your office one day and beg for a job. To get rid of me, you give me a stand-in part in your next film. While shooting the film, the star breaks his leg in the dressing room, and, because you are behind schedule already, you arbitrarily place me in his part and — BANGO — I am a star.

All of these plans are fine with me, or we could do it any way you would like, it makes no difference to me! But let’s get one thing straight. Mr. Hill, I do not want to be some bigtime, Hollywood superstar with girls crawling all over me, just a hometown American boy who has hit the big-time, owns a Porsche, and calls Robert Redford “Bob”.

Respectfully submitted,

Your Pal Forever,

Thomas J. Hanks

Excuse me while I go watch Sleepless in Seattle for the millionth time.

(Via Mashable)

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