Pamela Anderson has shared her thoughts on Liam Neeson’s recent praise for her, calling him “the perfect gentleman” to work with.
The two famous actors teamed up earlier this year to film a reboot of the classic cop comedy *The Naked Gun: From the Files of Police Squad!*—a movie first released in 1988, originally starring Leslie Nielsen.
It didn’t take long for *Love Actually* star Liam Neeson to publicly praise Anderson, describing her as “terrific” to work with.
In the upcoming *The Naked Gun* reboot, expected in 2025, Liam Neeson steps into the role of Drebin Jr., likely playing the son of Frank Drebin from the 1988 classic. While Pamela Anderson’s character hasn’t been revealed yet, fans know she shares several scenes with Neeson. In a recent interview with *People*, Neeson opened up about filming with the *Baywatch* star.
Neeson, 72, even admitted, “I’m madly in love with Pamela Anderson.” He added, “She’s just terrific to work with. I can’t compliment her enough.” He praised her professionalism, noting she has “no huge ego,” shows up “just to do the work,” and is both “funny” and “easy to work with.” Neeson believes Anderson will be “terrific” in the film.
Anderson has since responded warmly to his praise, showing mutual respect and appreciation for Neeson as a colleague.
Pamela Anderson recently returned the compliments Liam Neeson shared, describing him as an actor who “brings out the best in you” with “respect, kindness, and depth of experience.” Anderson, 57, recalled how Neeson “sincerely looked after” her during filming, even wrapping his coat around her when she felt cold. She called him the “perfect gentleman” and said, “It was an absolute honor to work with him.”
Neeson, despite some doubts about doing a comedy, confessed he wasn’t entirely sure if he could “carry it.” Anderson quickly offered her support, describing him as “humble” and noting it was “hard to keep a straight face” when they were on set together.
The *Naked Gun* reboot is based on an original story by Seth MacFarlane, with a screenplay co-written by Akiva Schaffer, Dan Gregor, Doug Mand, Mark Hentemann, and Alec Sulkin. Directed by Schaffer and produced by MacFarlane and Erica Huggins, the film is set to be released by Paramount Pictures on August 1, 2025.
MY DAUGHTER TOLD ME I WAS TOO OLD AND PATHETIC WHEN I SHARED A PHOTO FROM MY FIRST DANCE CLASS.
The Dance of Dreams
At 70 years old, I decided to step into a dance studio, my heart fluttering with anticipation. The polished wooden floor seemed to beckon me, whispering promises of grace and rhythm. It was time to fulfill my lifelong dream—to dance.
My daughter, however, had a different perspective. When I shared a photo from my first dance class, she scoffed, “Mom, you look pathetic trying to dance at your age. Just give it up.”
Her words stung, like a sharp needle piercing my fragile bubble of enthusiasm. But I refused to let them deflate my spirit. I had spent decades nurturing her dreams, ensuring she never had to abandon them. Now, it was my turn.
I looked into her eyes, my voice steady, “Sweetheart, I’ve spent a lifetime supporting you. I’ve cheered you on during your piano recitals, soccer games, and college applications. I’ve been your rock, your unwavering cheerleader. But now, as I chase my own dream, you criticize me?”
She shifted uncomfortably, realizing the weight of her words. Perhaps she hadn’t considered the sacrifices I’d made—the dreams I’d tucked away while raising her. The music swirled around us, a gentle waltz, and I took her hand.
“Dancing isn’t just about moving your feet,” I said. “It’s about feeling alive, connecting with the rhythm of life. And age? Well, that’s just a number. My heart still beats to the same tempo as when I was twenty.”
We danced then, awkwardly at first, but with growing confidence. The mirror reflected two generations—one hesitant, the other determined. The studio walls absorbed our laughter, our missteps, and our shared joy.
As the weeks passed, my body ached, but my soul soared. I pirouetted through memories, twirling with the ghosts of forgotten dreams. The other dancers—mostly young and lithe—accepted me into their fold. They admired my tenacity, my refusal to be labeled “pathetic.”
One evening, after class, my daughter approached me. Her eyes were softer, her tone apologetic. “Mom, I’m sorry. I didn’t understand. You’re amazing out there.”
I hugged her tightly. “Thank you, sweetheart. But remember, dreams don’t have an expiration date. They’re like music—timeless, waiting for us to step onto the dance floor.”
And so, I continued my dance. The studio became my sanctuary, the music my lifeline. I swayed, leaped, and spun, defying the constraints of age. My daughter watched, sometimes joining me, her steps tentative but willing.
One day, she whispered, “Mom, I want to learn too. Teach me.”
And so, side by side, we waltzed through life—the old and the young, the dreamer and the believer. Our laughter echoed, filling the room, as we chased our dreams together.
In that dance studio, age dissolved, leaving only the rhythm of our hearts—a testament to the resilience of dreams, the power of determination, and the beauty of shared passion.
And as the music played, I realized: It was never too late to dance. 
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