Are You Ready to See Whoopi Goldberg in a Horror Movie…as the Villain???

Whoopi Goldberg has been a circus clown, an astronaut, a tightrope walker, all in her head as a kid. Now she has a list of roles she still wants to check off, and the top of it might surprise you.

Rich asks how she got started, and Whoopi traces it back to childhood ambition that bent toward whatever the next film showed her. Stage came first because it was available. Acting stuck because she was, in her own words, a really good actor. She calls her career groovy, the one she thinks she wanted, even when it did not always go the way she planned.

The View keeps her busy enough that movie work requires breaking from the show. So she steals time where she can. She tells Rich she just spent almost a month in Italy shooting an Italian soap opera, her Italian questionable, her English equally so by her own admission. New things interest her. New genres interest her more.

The one missing piece. A horror movie. She wants in. Specifically, she wants to be the villain. Her theory is that audiences read her as too nice to be the monster, which is exactly why she would be the perfect monster. Not slasher stuff. She is not into things that could actually happen. She wants the unexplainable kind, the thing under the bed, the bed that is breathing for no reason, the jump scare you do not see coming.

Rich admits he never would have guessed jump-scare Whoopi. She owns it. She also owns wanting to be a race car driver, because she loves fast. The combination, horror movie villain who is also a race car driver, hangs in the air like a pitch waiting for a producer.

She shares a Mario Andretti story to back it up. She rode shotgun in a fast car with Andretti at the wheel. She was screaming, jump-scared in real time, fighting to keep the inner monologue from leaking out because cameras were rolling. Her takeaway, when you are in the bed with the best, you scream.

Then Whoopi flips the interview. What sport would Rich have played. Baseball, easy answer. He loves that big leaguers stay in the game into their 30s, that managers wear the same uniform as the players, that the whole thing looks like grown men allowed to be eight again. His Jewish mother was never letting him near a football helmet, so baseball it was. Yankees, of course.

Then comes the dopey question. Are baseball players getting taller. Rich confirms it, citing the combine and the steady creep of bigger, stronger, faster across every sport, women included. He name-drops Lauren Betts at six-seven and Cameron Brink standing taller than LeBron in a photo. Whoopi nods. The joke used to be she should be a basketball player. Now she is. And kicking your behind.