Faith & Spirit Quote by John Forsythe

It lands because it’s a humblebrag delivered with a wink, the kind of showbiz self-assessment that sounds modest while quietly insisting on rank. John Forsythe name-checks Brando, George C. Scott, and Olivier as a holy trinity of masculine screen-and-stage gravitas, then steps back just far enough to seem self-aware. “Touched by the hand of God” is deliberately over-the-top language: part reverence, part gentle parody of the industry’s obsession with “genius” as a mystical substance. By invoking divinity, he flatters the legends and signals he knows the rules of the game: talent is real, but the myth of talent is what sells.

The pivot - “I’m in the next bunch” - does the real work. It’s not false modesty; it’s professional calibration. Forsythe spent a career as the reliable center of the frame: patrician, steady, rarely scene-chewing. Think of his roles and persona (especially later, as Charlie’s unseen voice): authority without visible sweat. He’s implying a hierarchy where the “touched” are lightning strikes, and the “next bunch” are craftsmen with star wattage - the people who carry productions, charm audiences, and make the machine run.

The subtext is a quiet defense of that middle aristocracy. Not everyone needs to be a revolution to matter. In an acting culture that worships transformation and torment, Forsythe is staking out a dignified alternative: excellence as consistency, taste, and timing. He’s not begging to be called great; he’s reminding you there are different kinds of great.