John Hurt, whose devastating performances in movies like The Elephant Man, Nineteen Eighty-Four, Alien and Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone showcased a craftsmanship rare in Hollywood today, died at the age of 77 due to complications caused by pancreatic cancer.
The Daily Mail presents the story here.
After launching with Bing and David Bowie, here’s the King of the Crooners singing traditional Christmas tunes.
Sunday’s listening was good enough with Robert Görl of DAF, but add to this a gorgeous, floating, dancing Anna Karina, and you have the visual stimulation for a delightful evening’s viewing, too.
On December 9, Kirk Douglas becomes a centenarian. The UCLA Film & Television Archive will be doing a retrospective of his work this year.
Kenneth Turan of the Los Angeles Times writes on the event here.
This has bad week for the arts. Well, two if you count the departure of Lemmy. Now, on top of Ziggy Stardust, we lose Severus Snape, or better yet, Hans Grüber, super-villain. Rest in peace, Alan Rickman.
Featuring the talents of actor George C. Scott, this is by far my favorite secular Christmas film.
Absolutely apropos for Halloween.
Before there was “The Most Interesting Man in the World,” or me, for that matter, there was Christopher Lee. He could do everything well – even cowboy songs for Halloween.
My friend Gummi from Iceland had posted that the legendary James Last, King of Easy Listening, had passed away. Of course many mourn his loss, but things got progressively worse of the past 24 hours.
Next was the loss of Christopher Lee, the best Dracula to ever appear on celluloid, and a man not to be trifled with in real life. Stage actor Ron Moody also died.
And it got worse. Ornette Coleman, who introduced the world to the concept of free jazz, died this morning. His albums, Foxhole and The Shape of Jazz To Come were formative listening for me.
The truly sad one doesn’t have a normal place here, as he was more of a TV performer. Dusty Rhodes, the professional wrestler who ‘won’ world titles during his stint in the National Wrestling Alliance, and who was known as an affable clown to WWE fans, also left this mortal coil. I grew up watching a lot of professional wrestling, as Saturday mornings were free before I played ball, cut the grass or read.
All will be missed.
Though the suicide of Robin Williams overwhelmed the news cycle this week, we also lost a legend in Lauren Bacall. May Mrs. Bogie also rest in peace.
Recovery from alcohol-and-drug addiction, and the onset of Parkinson’s Disease, was too much for the beloved comic. The New York Times remembers Robin Williams in their Culture and ArtBeats section, as well as in the main section here.
Though he made plenty of jokes about religion, he was a practicing Episcopalian. May his family’s grief be ameliorated, and may Robin rest in peace.