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Wow. I didn’t know this, and I just finished watching (again) “A Man for All Seasons” only last night, and marvelling at what a wonderfully well done film it is.
I was touched to read this in the AP story about him this morning:
Scofield was an unusual star — a family man who lived almost his entire life within a few miles of his birthplace and hurried home after work to his wife and children. He didn’t seek the spotlight, gave interviews sparingly, and at times seemed to need coaxing to venture out, even onto the stage he loved.
(snip)
“It is hard not to be Polyanna-ish about Paul because he is such a manifestly good man, so humane and decent, and curiously void of ego,” said director Richard Eyre, former artistic director of Britain’s National Theatre. “All the pride he has is channeled through the thing that he does brilliantly.”
Matthew,
Although it could have been a brilliant film in its own right without him, I often think what weight Scofield lent to Quiz Show, an unlikely film to garner Scofield’s attention – and yet, whenever I think of it, I think of the gravitas that a father can give to his son – love? virtue? courage in the face of things? – at any rate, one of the greatest Father/Son moments in film…
And yes, he was brilliant in all he did – all that I saw him do, anyway…
RIP.
JOB
YOUR NAME IS MINE.
He will be missed. His movies were few and far between, but each one was an unexpected gem.
A snippet not to be snipped from that AP article:
Actor Richard Burton, once regarded as the natural heir to Laurence Olivier and John Gielgud at the summit of British theater, said it was Scofield who deserved that place. “Of the ten great moments in the theater, eight are Scofield’s,” he said.
Yeah, I’ll have a quote like that in my obit someday.
Amazing.
Mark,
Of the ten great moments in goat milking, eight are yours.