Watching Keaton in Worth on NFLX @ the moment, would never have picked to watch it but saw the trailer and he reeled me in
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A pal of mine is into the arts. Goes to lots of theatre etc. He went to see Cillian Murphy in a small play a few years ago.
Said he was just mesmerising.
His takeaway was there’s generally a reason certain lads make it big out of the thousands and thousands who try.
Some simply have it. Other have something and hone it into it. Others will never have it but will get away with getting out of the way of those with it and all it flourish in this way.
You’d never have picked Barry Keoghan from Love Hate as the lad who’d break into Hollywood.
Christian Bale is brilliant.
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Some great stories here.
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He looks wrecked😎
I watched an Irish horror film yesterday called “I’m not your mother” or something.
The lass in it is outstanding.
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You Are Not My Mother is the film.
The actress is Hazel Doupe. If you liked it check out Float Like a Butterfly. She plays a traveller girl in it and is equally brilliant.
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The film was mundane enough, but she was absolutely brilliant.
I’d say Seth is a right pain in the hole.
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Dennis Hopper is the goat. Nobody comes close except maybe Busey
Sorry to read that your hero is a deviant bro.
Brendan Frasier is a good lad
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A classic of the 33%er genre. Rest in peace Bill
Remembering John Cazale…
In 1978, a young Meryl Streep was on the verge of becoming the greatest actress of her generation. She was also about to lose the love of her life.
“She doesn’t talk about it much,” says Michael Schulman, author of the Streep biography “Her Again.” “But that year was so wildly eventful and dramatic in her life. It was instrumental in shaping who she was as a person and an actor.”
Streep was 29 years old, a gosling in the New York theater world. She was living in a loft on Franklin Street with her boyfriend, actor John Cazale. He was 14 years her senior and a legend among his peers.
“I learned more about acting from John than anybody,” Al Pacino has said. “All I wanted to do was work with John for the rest of my life. He was my acting partner.”
Streep and Cazale met in 1976, when they were cast opposite each other in “Measure for Measure” in Central Park. By then, Cazale was not quite a star — he lacked that ephemeral quality — but he was regarded in the industry as a rare talent, in demand among the great directors of the era.
He was Fredo in “The Godfather” (1972) and “The Godfather Part II” (1974) and had lead roles in “The Conversation” (1974) and “Dog Day Afternoon” (1975). Of the five movies he starred in, all would be nominated for Best Picture, and three would win. Of the two, Cazale was the famous one, but they were still starving artists. Cazale would take Streep to dinner in Little Italy, where restaurant owners, awed to have Fredo in the room, insisted they eat for free.
He was known among directors as “20 Questions,” because he wanted detailed back story on all his characters. Pacino said a simple dinner with Cazale would become epic: “I mean, you’d be done — washed, finished, and in bed — before he got halfway through his meal. Then the cigar would come out. He’d look at it, light it, taste it. Then finally smoke it.”
Cazale and Streep were the envy of the New York theater world — she the most naturally gifted actress in generations, he the most naturally gifted actor, legendary director Joe Papp their patron — until one day in May 1977. Cazale, who was in previews for “Agamemnon” uptown, had been feeling ill enough to miss performances. Papp was concerned enough to get Cazale an emergency appointment with his own doctor on the Upper East Side. Within days, Streep and Cazale were sitting in the doctor’s office with Joe and Gail Papp. The diagnosis: Cazale had terminal lung cancer. It had spread throughout his body.
Pacino took Cazale to radiation treatments, sitting in the waiting room, hoping it wasn’t as bad as it seemed. Cazale himself insisted he’d get better, and when he fought to go back to work, Streep took a part she loathed just so she could be with him. She was just “the girl” in the movie — “essentially a man’s view of a woman,” Streep said. “She’s extremely passive, she’s very quiet, she’s someone who’s constantly vulnerable.” In short, she was everything Streep was not. But the film was “The Deer Hunter” (1978) and Cazale had the chance to star opposite Robert De Niro in one of the few films to then grapple with the Vietnam War. The filmmakers fought to cast Cazale, even as the production company, EMI, insisted he be fired: The insurance costs would be outrageous, and no one wanted to back a movie with a terminally ill star. The story Streep would later tell: De Niro covered Cazale’s insurance costs, which the actor has never confirmed or denied. “He was sicker than we thought,” De Niro later said, “but I wanted him to be in it.”
In early March 1978, Cazale entered Memorial Sloan Kettering. Streep never left his side. On March 12, 1978, at 3 a.m., Cazale’s doctor told Streep, “He’s gone.” “Meryl wasn’t ready to hear it, much less believe it,” Schulman writes. “What happened next, by some accounts, was the culmination of all the tenacious hope Meryl had kept alive for the past 10 months. She pounded on his chest, sobbing, and for a brief, alarming moment, John opened his eyes. ‘It’s all right, Meryl,’ he said weakly. ‘It’s all right.’” Then he closed his eyes and died.
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I worked with a lad from Corofin (Galway) in Intel back in the 90s. He was man who saw things in black and white.
There was four of us in the canteen having lunch one day when the subject of the greatest actors came up. The usual candidates were trotted out but Corofin man was not having any of them.
Pacino? Nah, cunt never stops shouting.
Nicholson? Not at all. Always muttering.
De Niro? Nah. Don’t like him either.
At this stage i was beginning to think this lad was an expert on the subject so i asked him 'who do you think is the best? I was half expecting him to name some obscure but highly respected stage actor but instead leaning forward for emphasis and in a thick Galway accent proclaimed. Van Damme! Now there’s a fucking actor!
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