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Wednesday, September 11, 2019

Top Ten Anniversary: Favorite Tear-jerkers

We didn't intend to break up the procession of Top Ten lists, but the untimely demise of Miss Carol Lynley called for it. So were back now with list #9. (Can you guess how many there will be in the series?  Ha ha!) Today we're going to wallow in shameless emotion because we're breaking out the tearjerkers. Now... My own most significant tear-jerker is, amazingly enough, The Poseidon Adventure (1972), which reduced me to a mess as a child, but I am not including it in this list for reasons which will become clear later. Another one is also being omitted for reasons which will be made known in the not-too-distant future. However, the others below represent films that are practically guaranteed to set off my waterworks. There are many more (I'm Irish and well up at everything from Hallmark commercials to big game show wins...!), but these are MY favorites, in alphabetical order. Grab a hankie!
AN AFFAIR TO REMEMBER (1957) -- The original version of this film (by the same director!), Love Affair (1939), is great, but I like this one a skosh better because of its color and production values and the fact that I really like Deborah Kerr and Cary Grant as a couple. The better part of the movie is a "cutesy" shipboard romance between two people involved with others on shore, but once a story point hits just as the stars are about to reunite at the top of the Empire State Building, things turn melodramatic quickly. Things I love about it: the self-sacrifice that Kerr is willing to make in order to not burden the love of her life, the tragedy of such hopeful anticipation spoiled by a lightning fast event and, most of all, the tete-a-tete between Kerr and Grant at the finale as they toy with one another and delay our gratification. Probably the part that gets me more than any is when Grant starts to dart around Kerr's apartment in search of something and his expression when he finds it. This film's ending is so tear-jerky to me that I started crying during Sleepless in Seattle (1993) when Rita Wilson was merely describing it! I cannot, however, stomach the dreary, passionless later remake Love Affair (1994), which I awaited with bated breath, by Warren Beatty. Bonus points for the gorgeous opening song crooned by velvety Vic Damone. It was Oscar nominated, but lost to "All the Way," another beautiful song, from The Joker Is Wild.
GLORY (1989) -- This is one of the rare movies in this category that I have only seen one time. Sometimes you see a movie and you cannot wait to relive it over and over. Sometimes you see a movie and you absorb it so much that once can be enough. (The Pianist, 2002, springs to mind. I ADORED it and have it on DVD, but have never watched it again...) I can never forget sitting in the theater and watching as Denzel Washington, about to be unfairly punished by whip for breaking the Union army rules, is stripped of his jacket, revealing a litany of scars from countless prior assaults on his person. As the punishment proceeded, he began to release a tear (*the story of which is interesting in itself) and that was it for me. I don't think I stopped weeping until the movie was over... Like many movies in this post, the music means so much and, amazingly, it was not nominated for an Oscar despite being so unusual and wonderful. (The composer James Horner was nominated, however, for Field of Dreams that year.) *Washington was being flogged with a special whip that didn't cut, but did leave a sting. On the take that made it into the final print of the film, the director hesitated in calling "Cut!" and it resulted in a real tear from the actor as he was being struck. Agonizing, yes, but he took home an Oscar for his pains!
MADAME X (1966) -- We keep mentioning this film, but I swear it is just so memorable to me! Cynics and eye-rollers may be immune to it, but those who fall for a good "mother love" yarn and who like being emotionally manipulated in exchange for a good cry will feel differently. At the climactic murder trial, pretty Keir Dullea does all he can to help his downtrodden client Lana Turner without her even lifting a finger to help herself and finally she acquiesces. As she relates her own story, and we begin to see the mournful expressions on a now (finally!) aged Constance Bennett, and hear the pleading closing statement from Dullea, the flood begins. One of my quirky tear-jerking triggers is when someone who has behaved horribly eventually comes around and is remorseful for what they've done. In countless movies and TV shows I've become moved by this for some reason I haven't completely explored in my own psyche. Maybe it's because I sometimes say or do things I wish I wouldn't have and would like to be able to make it right. Not sure. As is so often the case with this list, Frank Skinner's music is delirious throughout. (There's a staircase climb near the start of the film as Miss Lana races to the top in heels and a snug skirt that I especially treasure!)
PENNY SERENADE (1941) -- This is the third film that Irene Dunne and Cary Grant made together (following The Awful Truth, 1937, and My Favorite Wife, 1940) and so by now their already wonderful chemistry was off-the-charts. The first two films were highly comedic and this one has its moments as well, though typically more gentle than the other ones. Here, Dunne plays a series of records on a phonograph as she recounts her life with Grant and is preparing to leave him. Their up and down relationship is revealed in a sequence of episodes that are amusing, touching, always-charming and in some cases heart-wrenching. The affable Grant, star of so many screwball comedies and light romances, has a scene before a judge that is positively gut-wrenching. He received one of his only two Oscar nominations for this tenderly sentimental film (losing to Gary Cooper for Sergeant York.) And Dunne, who could really do just about anything, is his perfect counterpoint with her extraordinary immediacy and realistic reactions as a cinema actress. Expert support, and I do mean expert, is offered up by Beulah Bondi as an adoption agent and Edgar Buchanan as an endearing character called "Applejack" who witnesses most of the couples trials and triumphs. The little girl who plays their daughter Trina is simply precious. Trivia tidbit: Dunne starred in Love Affair (with Charles Boyer) while Grant starred in the aforementioned remake An Affair to Remember.
SOMEWHERE IN TIME (1980) -- Of all the movies I have paid tribute to here, this is the one I keep meaning to write about and yet never do...  Strangely unsuccessful in theaters, perhaps due to its unabashed romanticism and the fact that newly-famous Christopher Reeve wasn't in his red and blue Superman (1978) uniform (along with the fact that an actor's strike prevented promotion for the film from them), this soon developed a cult following. It stands as a Valentine to beautiful Mackinac Island (and, in fact, now to its picture perfect stars.) Reeve is a playwright who becomes obsessed with the enigmatic portrait of an actress from decades ago and eventually finds a way to go back in time to meet her. Stunning Jane Seymour in her most beautiful period plays the graceful, elegant actress. Appearing in support are Christopher Plummer and Teresa Wright. While Rachmaninoff is heavily utilized in the film to punctuate the couple's lush romance, John Barry also provided some incredible music to accent the story, including an airy yet rich love theme. It's especially wonderful leading up to the moment when Reeve and Seymour finally meet up for the first time. That's one point where I nearly always tear up. The music was ignored at Oscar time, though the costumes were nominated (losing to Tess.)
STEEL MAGNOLIAS (1989) -- This is the play-turned-movie that gave us the line "Laughter through tears is my favorite emotion!" and that happens to resonate with me, but let's face it, among a certain crowd this whole damned movie is quotable. It's also got several moments that open up the floodgates. Needless to say, Sally Field's big meltdown in the cemetery is a whopper, and Julia Roberts' line about rather having "thirty minutes of wonderful than a lifetime of nothin' special" is touching, but as I've noted elsewhere there are strange things that tend to set me off. One is when Roberts' brothers come to visit her in the hospital. This is a teensy moment, but since they've been rowdy roughhousers all along, it's touching to see them actually show a little respect. The other one for me is when Dolly Parton and Sam Shepard share a moment that was not in the (all-female) play.  Parton's character has spent her whole life trying to make herself and others as beautiful as she can and her husband has barely taken an interest in any of it. He tugs at some soft wax on a stick and says, "What is this stuff?" and she replies, "It's supposed to make you pretty," with tears in her eyes. All the wax in the world can't help you save a life, though. Roberts was nominated for an Oscar (losing to Brenda Fricker of My Left Foot) and that was the film's sole nomination. Most staggering of all is that the superlative score by Georges Delerue was not nominated. The delicate, yet rich, music is unforgettable.
THE CHAMP (1979) -- I guess I oughtta quit bellyaching all the time about remakes when this is the third remake to appear in this list alone! The famous original was in 1931, starring Wallace Beery and Jackie Cooper. This time out, we have Jon Voight as a down-on-his-luck boxer trying to raise the young son (Ricky Schroder) left behind when mother Faye Dunaway felt the need to seek greener pastures and a more cultivated existence. While the movie was mocked for some of its more unusual elements (Dunaway's ethereal character is often awash in gauzy, enveloping clothing and her interest in Schroder sometimes seems a little icky!) and for it's heart-on-its-sleeve emotionalism, it still works thanks to Voight's devoted performance and the wellspring of tears that pour out of the little towhead. The poor little tyke just has problem after problem and he convincingly takes each one on like a trooper. He and Voight share a clear connection thanks to director Franco Zeffirelli, all underscored tastefully by Oscar-nominated Dave Grusin (who lost to Georges Delerue, winning that time for A Little Romance.)  This tear-jerker even has a tendency to crack tough "he-men" although there have been a few who could withstand the test.
THE SOUND OF MUSIC (1965) -- When a movie means as much to a person as this one means to me, there is going to be emotion. There are scenes meant to bring about tears and some not that still do anyway. One that was intended to hit the mark and does for me is when stern Christopher Plummer (looking devastatingly handsome throughout!) surprises his children by joining in with them as they serenade his lady love Eleanor Parker. The iceberg has begun to thaw. If you're like me and have "daddy issues" this scene is particularly touching. I actually got to live this whole thing out when I played the Captain on stage in 1995. Different parts at different stages of my life "get me." For instance, I was all choked up not even watching the movie one time. Just the Diane Sawyer anniversary special that was on a couple of years ago had me welling up with each new featured piece on the damn thing...! And, yes, the music is everything in practically every scene.
THE WIZARD OF OZ (1939) -- In a similar vein, I get really gooey, really easily when it comes to this film. It's "There's no place like home" message resonates with everyone and it does to me as well, though I really was never happy at home and can't imagine it being better than the freedom I eventually found! What really gets me is a) the fact that Judy Garland is so caring and innocent and giving, which, in light of the way her life wound up makes viewing more poignant, and b) dog lover that I am, anything to do with Toto. In the sepia-toned early section, when Toto joins Dorothy for "Over the Rainbow" and puts out a little paw, I'm just gone... G'night, folks! Later, when Toto makes a brave escape from the Wicked Witch of the West (played by the divine Margaret Hamilton), it's equally touching to me. The whole movie is such a perfect candy box and it's needless to mention how, again, music plays a substantial part in it.
TOMORROW IS FOREVER (1946) -- This lesser-known film has a wealth of talent on hand from the renowned (if, let's be honest, sometimes hammy) Orson Welles to the always rock-solid Claudette Colbert and even veteran leading man George Brent. It also introduced us to young Richard Long, who had a great career going until his untimely death from a heart attack at forty-seven. But the really big draw for me is the debut acting performance of one Natalie Wood. Yes, she'd been an extra once, but this was her first real role at age eight and she's astonishing in it. Uncharacteristically blonde and playing a German, she is nonetheless so naturally adorable, articulate, delicate and utterly charming. Like Judy Garland, the fact that she perished so young (at forty-three) adds a whole new layer of sentiment to what was already a very heartfelt performance. Her character is the adopted daughter of sickly Welles. She cares for him capably and demonstrably in spite of having been in a concentration camp herself and exposed to untold horrors.
I tend to fall for it every time. Thus, movies like Blossoms in the Dust (1941), A Tree Grows in Brooklyn (1945) and I Remember Mama (1948), and countless others could have made it onto this list as well. I love to be moved by a motion picture. And, as I say, different things move me at different times. The first time I saw Titanic (1996), I was moved by Leo and Kate's story, but the second time, I found myself reacting more to Gloria Stuart and what she was doing.


BONUS PICS!

She doesn't appear like this for long, but this is the look Deborah Kerr sports as a nightclub singer in An Affair to Remember.
And here is a wardrobe test photo of Cary Grant from the brief shipboard swimming scene in the film. Grant was clearly still in admirable shape, though had recently quit a 2-pack a day smoking habit and began to eat a lot more than usual. Still, he always maintained a decent physique during his acting career.
On the subject of swimming, here is Mr. Ricardo Montalban between takes on the set of Madame X (1966.) He plays Lana Turner's suave lover who doesn't like it when she attempts to break off their affair once her husband returns. Montalban was another man who kept up a good figure throughout his acting career.
Between Captains and the Kings (1976), in which she was paired with Perry King in a look much like this, and Somewhere in Time (1980), I thought that Jane Seymour was the last word in Gibson-style beauty. She and Christopher Reeve made a beautiful couple.
The setting, the costumes, the music and the performances all join together to create a really beautiful viewing experience.
Yours truly as a pup in 1995 during an outdoor production of The Sound of Music. The day we were going to open, it occurred to me that the children had been (mis)directed to sing to me when they meet The Baroness. They'd been coming on with her after my fight with Maria over the clothes and then singing to me. However, I took them all aside and said to them, "You were taught this song to sing to the Baroness... so do that. Do not look at me! When you suddenly hear me singing after all these years of never doing it, then you look at me." Well... cut to the moment in the show that night when I began chiming in, "...I go to the hills..." and all of a sudden seven little shocked, touching moppet faces turned and looked at me in unison and I swear to God I almost lost it! It was a struggle to get through the song (and the brief duet with Maria after that, which is cut from the movie.) Some of these kids have their own kids now and a couple of them still perform, even professionally, which is gratifying.
I do not ask it. I demand that you click on this photo and take in the blue-eyed glory of Mr. Christopher Plummer. My God, no wonder the Baroness didn't want to give up without some sort of college try!
I've seen this picture cropped to just chests many times or in black and white, but not too often in color, so I share it here... the fabulous foursome on the set of the Wizard of Oz.
Garland and Terry (the canine heart-breaker who played Toto) had a wonderful relationship on and off screen. Terry even stayed with Garland prior to filming so that they would be better acquainted during the shoot. Terry later lent Susan Hayward this pose for "I'll Plant My Own Tree" when she took over Judy's role in Valley of the Dolls (1967.) Okay... I made that up...
One of several posters that were developed for the release of The Champ.
But looky here... a piece of photo art that was used in creating the poster. Note how the real poster extends both Voight's and Dunaway's necks unnaturally! That gave me an idea for a party game and since "laughter through tears is my favorite emotion," I will show you how to do it. You print off the above photo with a copy for each person there and then let them fill it in the way they wish. Then everyone votes for the winner... Example below! LOL
Now don't get your titty in a twist. I'm just having some fun at the end of this post. Till next time, I'm yours truly... Poseidon!

Saturday, August 24, 2019

Top Ten Anniversary: All-Time Favorite Movies

List number five in our ongoing series is my (hard-pressed to whittle down) grouping of all-time favorite films. I don't say that they are the best (whatever that is), but they are the ones that have had the most significant and lasting impact on my life and are movies that I cannot turn off if I come upon them on television (when I'm not scheduling a viewing of my own in their entirety.) Even considering that I love all these, there was an attempt to provide a bit of variety (rather than, for example, merely listing ten disaster movies, which are always huge favorites for me.) There's also knowing that some other choices get coverage in other categories so that they aren't totally left out. These are presented alphabetically.
AIRPORT (1970) -- I never liked my stepmother much, but the one good thing she did in the late-1980s was steer me towards this movie. I was instantly in love with it. From the overall look and style to the multi-layered, star-packed story lines, which all come together at once in the climax, it's just a dream movie to me. I think I love every performance in it, though Lloyd Nolan as a curmudgeonly security agent does wear me out a bit and I always find Barry Nelson dull. The females especially (Jean Seberg, Jacqueline Bisset, Helen Hayes, Maureen Stapleton and Dana Wynter) each made me into lifelong fans after this. Then there is the wondrously bombastic music by the staggeringly gifted Alfred Newman.
GONE WITH THE WIND (1939) -- It doesn't matter to me at all that this is probably found on many peoples' lists (or that a number of people hate it.) It's just a stunning piece of cinema, especially considering the year in which it was made. That costar Olivia de Havilland is still kicking blows my mind. Producer David O. Selznick (half crazed/obsessed with details) helped forge a masterpiece that could never be equaled in terms of resources used. (One southerner remarked about the train station sequence that if they'd had that many soldiers in the Confederacy, the South would have won the war!) Vivien Leigh's performance is towering... everything anyone could have hoped for in crafting that complex character. Max Steiner's music is unforgettable, too.
MADAME X (1966) -- This could easily have found its way onto the list of Guilty Pleasures, but I feel no guilt about it! Very likely Lana Turner's finest hour as an actress, the glossy, campy melodrama of mother love is nevertheless affecting. She goes all the way to put this thing across. She's ably supported by a rondolet of solid, familiar actors, though the reptilian villainy of Constance Bennett is the most arresting to behold. After seeing this as a child on TV, I knew that any time I saw the name Ross Hunter (producer) on a film, I was more than likely going to adore it... I also learned to get excited if Frank Skinner was behind the score. If I show this movie to someone and they dislike it, the friendship can never progress any further than it has come to that point. Sorry, but that's the way it is!
THE POSEIDON ADVENTURE (1972) --Probably no other movie had as much an impact on me as this one. I could never add up the number of times I've seen it, though I typically make myself wait a year in-between these days (with a NYE viewing) so that I don't lose that feeling of seeing it fresh once more. Gene Hackman and Ernest Borgnine are boisterous in the extreme, albeit very good, but my real faves are Stella Stevens (who taught me to cuss) and Shelley Winters (who taught me to cry.) I have never been on a cruise ship because I couldn't imagine any such voyage measuring up to the topsy-turvy thrills of this film. Truth! Many a bored afternoon at relative's houses was spent lying on my back and staring at the ceiling, wondering how it would be to walk on it if the room were upside down! Like most of the films here, this contains a terrific score, in this case courtesy of John Williams.
THE SEARCHERS (1956) -- My stepfather (with whom I was almost as combative as I was with my stepmother!) is the one who turned me on to this movie at an early age. If this isn't John Wayne's best performance ever, it's damned close as he eschews that wry, in-charge, winking characterization which made him famous and instead presents a driven, almost devastated avenger, searching for a niece who was captured by a terrifying Indian chief named Scar (played by the impressive Henry Brandon.) Enhancing the film are eye-popping shots of Monument Valley, a feisty supporting part from Vera Miles and the rugged yet beautiful charms of one Jeffrey Hunter. That a young Natalie Wood makes a climactic appearance only adds to the fun. Director John Ford truly nailed this one (the final tap being a famed shot of Wayne surrounded by a door frame, still an outsider.)
THE SOUND OF MUSIC (1965) -- The first movie I can ever recall seeing in a cinema, its charms have never left me. The opening scenes of Austria are so luscious and the film only gets better from there with memorable songs, soothing colors and charming performances from a perfect Julie Andrews, a surprisingly sexy Christopher Plummer and the peerlessly elegant Eleanor Parker as a potential spoiler of their budding (and slightly forbidden) romantic feelings. Practically every number was staged in just the right way with just the right locations. Former editor Robert Wise's direction of a sterling Ernest Lehman adaptation ensured staggering success, artistically and financially. Irwin Kostal took the R&H songs and crafted a beautifully orchestrated score.
THE TEN COMMANDMENTS (1958) -- Producer-director Cecil B. DeMille had built a career around elaborate historic and Biblical spectacles and this one (his last as director) was the pièce de résistance. A monumental undertaking, he gathered up a stunning collection of performers to enact the early and middle-aged life of Moses (with Charlton Heston starring, who never looked better than in the opening scenes, and perhaps rarely sillier than in the later ones!) Yul Brynner and Anne Baxter (along with half of Hollywood!) lend more than able support. Virtually every role is played by a familiar and wonderful face. It's unintentionally hilarious time and again, but its striking passion, vivid color and series of effects cannot be denied. Newcomer Elmer Bernstein worked on the movie's majestic musical themes.
THE TOWERING INFERNO (1974) -- All my life The Poseidon Adventure was my favorite disaster movie with Inferno a close second, but now they are almost neck-and neck as my appreciation for the mammoth production and the stellar cast has grown over the years. Regardless of the fact that the place practically burns down, the movie presents a glamorous, scenic setting in which I want to exist! Steve McQueen and Paul Newman are rock solid anchors for the famous cast, while the languidly goddess-like Faye Dunaway altered the course of my life in her barely-there gossamer gown and bronzed cheekbones. I never get into a scenic elevator without clasping my hands the way she does. (#crazy) John Williams offered up another terrific score. 
VALLEY OF THE DOLLS (1967) -- Talk about a world I want to live in! Dolls ticks off almost every box for a movie to me (it only fails in having no men that I am in any way attracted to.) I love the way it looks, the way it sounds (even the often-rotten songs!) and the squalid route of its thoroughly over-the-top storyline. Barbara Parkins is a whispering dream girl, Patty Duke makes one excellent shrew and Sharon Tate is lovely beyond words (and heinously underrated as an actress.) But my real thrill comes by way of dragon lady Susan Hayward (in for a swiftly-fired Judy Garland) whose every line is a thing of camp beauty, none ever so much as when she is taking on Duke in the ladies room of a banquet hall. A close friend of mine called this movie "boring" once and it took ages to forgive her (if I even actually have...!)
VERTIGO (1958) -- I worship and adore The Birds (1963) and it was really close to edging out Vertigo, but ultimately I had to acknowledge the mesmerizing, mysterious masterwork of the great Alfred Hitchcock. I can never forget seeing this movie for the first time after it had been out of circulation for years. The effect of someone looking and sounding like Kim Novak's Madeleine was a revelation to my teenaged mind. (And it almost ruined me for anything else Novak did by comparison!) It's also neat to see James Stewart in an atypical part as an obsessed, haunted man. There isn't enough I can say about Bernard Herrmann's superlative musical score, which takes the whole thing to another level. (It's clear from this list that the music in a movie means a lot to me in general.) 
BONUS PICS!

There's no one like Julie Andrews. This was one of the many promotional photos taken of her for The Sound of Music, only one of which made its way onto the back of the soundtrack album.
I love this one, too. Even now, she's such a lovely, gracious and sensationally appealing person. 
Jeffrey Hunter (on the set of The Searchers with Ward Bond) has a set of beefy pecs that follow me around the room no matter where I stand! LOL He was just glorious looking and one of Hollywood's most consistently underrated actors. 

Thursday, August 3, 2017

Keir Today!

Today's featured actor figures heavily in one of the cinema's most enduring sci-fi movies, yet fell short of significant stardom. Still, he has established a career on TV, in films and on stage that is close to sixty years long. Keir Dullea isn't exactly a household name, but has worked with quite a few folks who are (or were.) Glibly written off upon first meeting by famed playwright Noel Coward who uttered the famous phrase, "Keir Dullea, gone tomorrow!," he's actually still active today, 52 years after the remark was made.

Dullea was born on May 30th, 1936 in Cleveland, Ohio, though he was actually raised in New York City. His parents owned and operated a bookstore, lending an intellectual quality to their son which would come through in many of the projects he later took on as an actor. (His mother read Shakespeare to him as "bedtime stories!") Initially attending two universities (Rutgers and San Francisco State), he ultimately sought (and found) work on stage and was employed therein by age twenty.

After a number of theatre credits, Dullea made his TV debut in 1960 with two roles. One was playing the son of tyrannical Everett Sloane in the pilot episode of the popular TV series Route 66. The other was in a television production of Mrs. Miniver, which starred Maureen O'Hara. Dullea appeared, with his Aryan looks used to their best advantage, as the German pilot who crash lands in O'Hara's yard and must be dealt with by the British housewife.

Things picked up swiftly in 1961 when he took part in the Biblical TV-movie Give Us Barabbas! with James Daly and Kim Hunter, appeared in several other television guest parts and then won a key role in his first big-screen movie, The Hoodlum Priest, starring Don Murray. In it, he plays a young tough in a low-income neighborhood who is sentenced to die in the gas chamber while Murray, as the title character, tries to intervene on his behalf. Dullea was noted for his gut-wrenching portrayal of a man being executed, still a new experience to witness so graphically on-screen in 1961.

During the filming of Priest in 1960, Dullea married for the first time to Broadway actress Margo Bennett. The two maintained a (often long-distance, thanks to her work in NYC and his in Los Angeles) marriage until 1968 when they divorced. (She then began a relationship with and later wed Malcolm McDowell until he left her for Mary Steenburgen.)

1962 was a splashy year for Dullea as he starred (alongside newcomer Janet Margolin) in David and Lisa, a psycho- logical drama in which he, as a young man petrified of being touched, is sent to a sanitarium. There he meets Margolin, a detached young girl who only speaks in rhymes. They form a tentative bond, each of them slowly breaking through to the other.
The movie was rather ground- breaking in its approach to mental health and generated a fair amount of interest and publicity. It was becoming clear that Dullea was capable of generating intense emotion on screen and providing a wide array of characterizations. For his work on David and Lisa, he won awards including a Golden Globe as Most Promising Newcomer-Male. (A similar award from BAFTA yielded a nomination, but James Fox won it for The Servant.)
Odd, considering the impact his first leading role made, he worked exclusively (albeit busily) in television for the next year. This was the age of the anthology show and he popped up in several of them along with guest roles on Bonanza, Naked City and Going My Way. In 1964, he wound up in the highly-obscure Italian film Le ore nude, aka-"The Naked Hours," opposite Rosanna Podesta. In his career, Dullea often found himself doing scenes either bathing, showering or languidly lying in bed with a costar.

That same year brought more traditional cinematic fare as well such as Mail Order Bride, all about aged westerner Buddy Ebsen keeping a promise to his deceased friend in taming the pal's wild son (Dullea.) The answer Ebsen comes up with is to mate him to the title character, played by Lois Nettleton. The old-fashioned, outdoorsy frolic (renamed in some cases "West of Montana") didn't appear to help or hurt Dullea's career.
A more significant part came with the leading role in The Thin Red Line, opposite Jack Warden. The well-regarded James Jones war novel had its characters condensed to focus more on the relationship between these two men instead of a more ensemble feel to the story (as the 1998 remake leaned more toward.)
In 1965, Dullea worked for director Otto Preminger on the moody mystery Bunny Lake is Missing. Starring Laurence Olivier as a police inspector, the story dealt with young mother Carol Lynley fretting over her daughter (the Bunny Lake of the title), who may or may not even exist!
Lynley's brother is played by Dullea and their relationship appears to have hints of incest- uousness to it. (It's nearly a half hour before we discover that Lynley and Dullea aren't husband and wife! Even Olivier seems to think so at first.) The movie features memorable Saul Bass titles in which pieces of black paper are torn away to reveal the credits.
This was the instance in which Noel Coward (who portrays a lascivious landlord) uttered, "Keir Dullea, gone tomorrow" to our featured actor, apparently not feeling it - or perhaps just playing with his head. Coward is but one of a few interesting supporting players in the piece including Martita Hunt, Finlay Currie, Clive Revill, Adrienne Corri and Anna Massey.
Next for Dullea was the role in which I was first introduced to him. As a kid of about ten or so, I came into the living room and saw my mother curled up on the couch watching a "woman's picture" on TV. She was utterly captivated and before long I, too, was drawn into the circuitous story line. The movie was 1966's Madame X, starring Lana Turner as a put-upon heroine who undergoes a roller coaster experience after marrying wealthy John Forsythe, tangling with his mother Contance Bennett and canoodling with Ricardo Montalban.
Turner is sent packing and winds up a degenerate drunk, eventually running afoul of grizzled, boozy old con man Burgess Meredith and eventually stands trial for murder, with the idealistic (and very pretty in color) Dullea assigned as her defense attorney. So tender was he with the degraded Turner and so passionately did he deliver his defense that by the time it was all over, my mother was in tears and I was right there with her (but also strangely drawn to the angelically lit eyes and face of the young actor.) Time was, this movie was a litmus test I used on people I was getting to know. If they didn't have a lump in their throat by the end of the film, I knew we would never be more than acquaintances rather than close friends!
Ever attempting to diversify his roles, Dullea next worked for director Mark Rydell in an adaptation of a D.H. Lawrence novel, The Fox. The story concerns two female friends (Sandy Dennis and Anne Heywood) running a Canadian chicken farm which is being beset by a fox. Then one day the son (Dullea) of the farm's former owner show up, offering to help them run the place. He becomes something of a figurative fox in their hen house as well. Get it?

A lesbian element figuring into the story was still daunting in 1967. While the movie was daring, it's also looked upon now by many viewers as degrading and insulting, something that can happen when eyes look back on fifty year-old product and expect the same sensibilities of the present day to be found there. Later in 1967, Dullea was chosen by Ira Levin to make his Broadway debut in the short-lived play "Dr. Cook's Garden" opposite Burl Ives.

Based upon his work in The Fox, and with no reading, audition or any further sort of demonstration of talent, Stanley Kubrick selected Dullea for his upcoming sci-fi epic, a movie that would endure as a classic of its genre and which would come the closest to making Keir Dullea a household name. The movie was 2001: A Space Odyssey.
The meticulous, obsessive Kubrick put gargantuan amounts of time and energy into building the elusive, cerebral, yet compelling and at times psychedelic 1968 film, which is considered by many to be a masterpiece. Dullea (and his fellow astronaut Gary Lockwood) were the "everymen" shown performing routine tasks on board a spacecraft until one day when the computer on board decides it has some ideas of its own.
Initially determined to be confusing and dull (88 minutes of its running time contain no dialogue at all), the movie was almost ready to be yanked from theaters when business picked up thanks to sci-fi buffs and a fair amount of students who enjoyed taking hallucinogenic drugs during a particular visually-elaborate sequence. Eventually, the picture found it audience as well as a place in cinema history (just prior to man's landing on the moon.) Dullea wed in 1969 to Susan Lessons, but the union was over within a year.

Dullea's next project was 1969's confusingly constructed De Sade, a supposed biopic of the legendarily sexually sadistic Marquis de Sade, though there isn't much fact to be found here. Behind the scenes disagreements led to the narrative being left unclear as Dullea drifts from instance to instance with a startling lack of any engrossing activity.
Instead of any real sexual heat, there is a lot of loud laughter, some scantily-clad ladies cavorting and an extended scene of destruction that quickly becomes both dull and annoying. One bright spot is the luscious Senta Berger as his primary love (as well as elegant Lilli Palmer as his commanding mother-in-law), but generally this film has to count as a miss and obviously contributed to his decline as a motion picture star (right at a time when he ought to be rising.)


Still, he was beautifully photo- graphed (often wearing sky blue to accent those eyes) and it was an opulent production with some staggering settings and eye-catching costumes. And one can never go wrong watching Senta Berger do anything! She is radiantly beautiful throughout.
All was not lost, however, as he did return to Broadway late in 1969, this time in a successful play, "Butterflies Are Free," as a young blind man trying to live life on his own. He worked with Blythe Danner as a kooky, free-spirited neighbor and Eileen Heckart as his controlling mother. Dullea was thirty-three, but his boyish looks allowed him to portray characters younger than he (for a while.)

He and Danner spent a significant stretch of the show in their under- clothes, part of the permiss- iveness (though mild when compared to "Oh, Calcutta!" and "Hair") that was then seeping into both the stage and onto the big-screen. By the time this show was turned into a movie in 1972, Edward Albert and Goldie Hawn had inherited the roles, though Heckart kept hers (and won an Oscar for her trouble.)

He appeared in a few TV-movies during this time such as Black Water Gold (1970, with, as shown here, Ricardo Montalban and Aron Kincaid), Montserrat (1971, a filmed play in which he played the title role) and the British-made A Kiss is Just a Kiss (1971) with David Hedison.
It was in fact 1972 before he made another movie himself, the Franco-Italian mystery thriller Devil in the Brain, which had him involved in a murder in which a young boy is suspected of killing his father, but cannot recall the details, thanks to shock. That same year he made an uncredited appearance in Liv Ullman's Pope Joan. Also, in 1972, he wed Suzanne Fuller, an actress he met while working in the London production of "Butterflies Are Free."

1973 brought the Canadian- made Paperback Hero, with Elizabeth Ashley. He played a cocky hockey star who likes to strut around town in a cowboy hat making plays for various women, asserting himself and generally getting into trouble. (His teammate shown here is John Beck.)
He and Ashley share an extended, fully nude shower scene wherein they contort themselves to keep from displaying their full montys, yet manage to reveal copious amounts of skin nonetheless. Ashley was in tip-top physical condition at this point and those who saw her in it found themselves more than pleased. She and Dullea share some particularly intimate moments with her soaping him up and massaging his inner thigh.

A mustached Dullea then took part in a Canadian sci-fi series called The Starlost. (The title no doubt inspired somewhat by the name "Starchild" from Dullea's 2001 film.) It concerned a futuristic space ark with hundreds of domes containing samples of Earth life (the planet having been destroyed years before), which is on a collision course with an uncharted solar star and must be righted. Among the guest stars was Star Trek's Walter Koenig, though the low-budget show (much of which was eaten up in securing Dullea as the lead) only lasted 16 episodes.

In 1974, Dullea had a featured role in Paul and Michelle, which was a sequel to the 1971 sleeper hit Friends (in which he did not appear.) A more enduring work was the low-budget thriller Black Christmas, in which he starred with Olivia Hussey, John Saxon and Margot Kidder as an intensely driven pianist. The chiller, about sorority house murders, was fondly remembered by genre fans and was later remade in 2006 (to no great effect, as is often the case.)
This was also the year he returned to Broadway, this time in an updated production of "Cat on a Hot Tin Roof," which featured a revised script by the author Tennessee Williams. Dullea played the sexually-tormented alcoholic whose wife (Elizabeth Ashley) has slept with his best friend, resulting in tragedy.

Meanwhile, his father "Big Daddy" (Fred Gwynne) is unknowingly dying of cancer, to the distress of his mother (Kate Reid.) The well-regarded production found Dullea's Paperback Hero costar Ashley receiving most of the attention and acclaim, though Dullea (who'd worked earlier with Cat's original Big Daddy Burl Ives) would later revisit this piece.
He returned to Broadway (albeit briefly) in 1975 with "P.S. Your Cat Is Dead!" opposite Tony Musante as a married robbery victim who begins to have feelings for the gay thief who's trying to rip him off! (From the looks of this ineffectual Playbill cover it may as well have been called "Pardon Me, But Your Turtleneck is Showing!") Tragedy struck in 1976 when Dullea was set to costar with Sal Mineo in a Los Angeles production of this play (which Mineo had successfully mounted just prior in San Francisco), but Mineo was murdered in a robbery one night after rehearsal.

During this sojourn on the stage, Dullea's on-screen credits were limited to a guest appearance on Switch (seen here with fellow guest Julie Sommars) as a blackmailing actor and the TV-movie Law and Order, about a family of police officers.

1977 brought two more Canadian- made features for him. There was the sci-fi/western hybrid Welcome to Blood City, costarring Jack Palance and Samantha Eggar, in which he plays a man who finds himself awakening in a kill-or-be-killed old west town in which violence reigns supreme (and is overseen by scientists), clearly inspired by Westworld.

Also, he costarred with Mia Farrow in The Haunting of Julia, playing her wealthy husband who thinks she may need to be locked up when she begins seeing visions of a little girl in the wake of the death of their young daughter. (The two scarcely shared any screen time together for whatever reason.) A third 1977 film, Three Dangerous Ladies, was actually cobbled together from three British TV episodes, his being "The Mannikin" opposite Ronee Blakley.

Dullea had by now worked almost exclusively in Canadian and U.K. projects for years rather than in Hollywood and 1978 would prove no differently. Leopard in the Snow (a "Harlequin Romance" production!) had him playing a reclusive former race car driver who is discovered by Susan Penhaligon. Also in the film were Kenneth More, Billie Whitelaw, Jeremy Kemp and Gordon Thomson. Next he costarred with Karen Black in Because He's My Friend, an Australian TV-movie about a naval sergeant with a developmentally disabled son who moves there with his wife for submarine training.
Back in the U.S., he popped up (as General Custer!) in the 1979 telefilm The Legend of the Golden Gun. Then 1980 brought two more TV-movies, Brave New World, an adaptation of Aldous Huxley's sci-fi novel, and The Hostage Tower, this one casting him as a criminal mastermind who holds the Eiffel Tower for a $30 million ransom.
A colorful cast included Peter Fonda, Billy Dee Williams, Maud Adams, Britt Eckland and others. The campy, uninten- tionally funny heist flick had him cavorting with Eckland in a steamy bathtub and wearing ridiculous sunglasses, though he soon underwent a makeover and was back to the more handsome look we're used to, seen below.
I definitely recall the 1981 TV film No Place to Hide, which placed him in support of Kathleen Beller and Mariette Hartley in a story which had someone terrorizing young heiress Beller. In any case, he made an impression on Hartley who shared love scenes with him and got so worked up that she went home each night and took it out on her husband!
More sci-fi based movies followed, most of them lesser-known, such as 1982's Brain- waves (shown above), wherein his injured and comatose wife was given a transplant that allowed her to see snippets from the donor being murdered, and Blind Date (1984), in which he played a doctor (with fluffy blond hair) who uses an electronic device to allow a blind man (Joseph Bottoms - but for who? LOL) to "see" again in a fashion. Bottoms has to prevent a girl he adores from being sliced up. (The killer ends the movie in a Speedo, by the way. Gotta love the '80s.) In 1983, he and third wife Suzanne Fuller founded the Theater Artists Workshop in Westport, CT.
1984 also brought The Next One, in which he played a time traveler who washes up on the shore of a Greek island to find single mother Adrienne Barbeau. He was also put to use in the belated sequel to 2001: A Space Odyssey, 2010, which featured Roy Scheider, John Lithgow and Helen Mirren.

Once again, Dullea headed to Broadway for a final time. He took over John Cullum's role in the play "Doubles," which took place in the locker room of a racquet club. Cliff Gorman and Robert Reed were among the cast in this moderately successful comedy.

Following this, Dullea still acted on screen from time to time, but was mostly busy somewhere on the stage. There was the Canadian Oh, What a Night in support of Corey Haim (!) in 1992, a role in The Audrey Hepburn Story (2000) as the actress's father (Audrey played here by Jennifer Love Hewitt) and guest roles on shows like Witchblade, Ed and Law & Order.
He has continued to work in various movies and on popular shows such as Castle and Damages. In The Good Shepherd (2006), he played a senator and the father of star Angelina Jolie. He has movies in pre-production as I type including Valley of the Gods with John Hartnett and John Malcovich. He is eighty-one at present.

Stage-wise, things came full circle for Dullea in 2013 when he portrayed Big Daddy in "Cat on a Hot Tin Roof" at the Province- town Tennessee Williams Theater Festival, nearly forty years after having played Brick. In this production, Big Mama was played by Dullea's wife since 1999, Mia Dillon. (His previous wife had died in 1998 at only age fifty-eight.)

We always enjoy seeing the soft-spoken (and well-spoken) Dullea in many movies and on lots of television, though he is most fondly remembered in The Underworld for his idealistic young defense attorney in Madame X.