Harrison Ford, watching Harrison Ford engage in gravity-defying stunts in Indiana Jones and the Kingdom of the Crystal Skull is a bit like seeing your dad struggling to climb over a fence. Ford was approaching 40 when he made Raiders of the Lost Ark, which was probably around the right age for an intelligent archaeology professor with a sideline in facing up to the Third Reich. With Kingdom of the Crystal Skull, a 64-year-old Ford had to work out a groaning body and embrace a vegetable and fish diet to face the demands of Steven Spielberg's fearless adventurer. Heaven knows it's not ageist, but sometimes our venerated heroes have to concede the ravages of the flesh, sit down, put their feet up and knock back a Sanatogen on the rocks.
Chuck Norris, the very name strikes fear into those who haven't got time for no-budget martial arts romps where Chuck does unspeakable things to people who were horrid to the Americans during the Vietnam War. Chuck's early appearance as Bruce Lee's nemesis in Way of the Dragon and the subsequent Missing in Action series reached a violent high with the Delta Force movies ("They don't negotiate with terrorists... they blow them away!") and then gradually gave way to video store filler. In his dotage, the 65-year-old Chuck's latest outing is The Cutter as a private eye who creaks into action to defy Nazi war criminals. Chuck has now found God and wants a Day of Silence in American schools to show his disapproval of homosexuality. He votes Republican.
Michael Douglas, the celebrity sex addict still can't quite come to terms with the fact that he's no longer the hip young gunslinger that wowed the world in the likes of Wall Street. A marriage to a Welsh Valley girl 104 years his junior suggests a man anxious to hold onto his youth. Yet he was in his mid-40s when he made Romancing The Stone. To be scrupuluosly fair, you have to give him his due: when asked if was on board for Basic Instinct 2, the wily old bird replied "There were age issues, you know." The bad news is that industry rumours claim he's about to vacate his comfy chair to reprise the role of corporate raider Gordon Gekko in a prequel to Wall Street. Would that make him the only Manhattan CEO to have been present during the original goldrush?
Steven Seagal, bodyguard duties for Desmond Tutu, guardian to Tibetan nippers, alleged bigamy, moonlighting for the FBI, champion of baby elephants, defender of Native Americans... Yes, this arch-fantasist is the guv'nor when it comes to ageing gracelessly. It's no surprise that one of the roly-poly chop-sockey merchant's first jobs was in Burger King. Some uncharitable souls have alleged that the balding martial arts maestro married his Japanese wife to dodge the draft for the Vietnam War. Shame on them. After flipping burgers and holing up in the Far East, SS literally kicked off his action career in the 1988 flick Above The Law. Unfortunately, 20 years on the girthmeister's still at it. Straight to video...but still at it. But don't believe everything he says, kids. After claims that he took on the Japanese Yakuza mafia, his ex-wife claimed: "he yelled at some drunks, but never fought anyone". Our hero.
Jean-Claude Van Damme, the kickboxing cinematic heyday of the "Muscles from Brussels" lasted from the late 1980s to the mid 1990s and encompassed head-battering fare like Bloodsport, Kickboxer, Double Impact, Universal Soldier, Nowhere to Run and Hard Target. While shooting his most successful movie - Timecop - he was thirty-four and at the top of his game. Since then, however, it's been a steady trundle downhill with the diagnosis of bipolar disorder, drug addiction and a welter of straight-to-landfill titles such as Narco, The Hard Cops and Until Death. Yet, the self-styled "abstract thinker" keeps plugging away despite the debilitations of the ageing process. JCVD was actually a rather decent exercise in knowing self-mockery. Surely there will always be a place for this former sparring partner of Chuck Norris who "can crush a walnut with his butt". If not, the world is a poorer place.
Robert De Niro, Taxi Driver. Goodfellas. The Godfather, Raging Bull. The Untouchables. Cape Fear. Meet The Parents. These are the noble body of work of an acting collossus. one whose challenging roles dovetail persuasively with his advancing years. And then comes Righteous Kill. Oh dear, Righteous Kill. Hooking up with wizened buddy Al Pacino, the two old duffers - last united in the seminal Heat - play a couple of long-in-the-tooth homicide cops. So far, so good. But of course Bob can't be seen to be too decrepit. So he gets a couple of knee-trembling rough sex scenes with Carla Gugino's sado-masochistic colleague. What? With those knees...and that dodgy ticker. Someone ought to have a word. "You talking to him, eh?" Because if you are...it may pay to see if he can hear what you're saying.
Al Pacino, after a glittering career ranging from the all-conquering Godfather to the deranged, cocaine-vacuuming of Scarface to the crumpled brilliance of the Alaskan whodunnit Insomnia, few would begrudge little Al the privilege, nay, the right, to grow old gracefully. But did he listen? No, he went staight out and signed up for 88 Minutes. Aah yes, 88 Minutes. Al played a forensic psychiatrist whose Ken Dodd hairstyle, shambling charm and hooded eyes were positive girl bait. Leelee Sobieski and Deborah Kara Unger gave him the glad eye and Alicia Witt rather more...despite the millennia age difference between them. The only filly who resists him is Amy Brenneman (and she prefers to pardee with the laydeez). Al would go on to do his irresistible ageing romeo shtick in Righteous Kill (posing on the back of a Harley, no less). Pipe and slippers, amigo, pipe and slippers.
Mickey Rourke, what's it like when the ageing process slowly but surely mutates you into Donatella Versace without the blonde fright wig? It must be particularly galling if you were the macho hunk who spent all those lost afternoons with Kim Basinger in 9 1/2 weeks. Now those long spells between lunch and teatime seem to be spent rekindling his boxing career when he should really be kicking back with a plate of custard creams and a steam train jigsaw. With his Oscar-nominated turn in The Wrestler, the frazzled old pugilist was reborn. However, the passing of the years have provided him with scant insight into life - he's got an IRA tattoo and loftily maintains "This sh*t between Christians and Muslims goes back to the Crusades, doesn't it?" Look out for him on Newsnight.