Everyone has their favourite actors and the ones they do not rate.
His father would go to the cinema twice a week – Wednesday and Saturday – for the Pathe news.
My father had a mild temperament but he did lose it once with Clive James who in his mission to be witty and clever in his film programme mocked the B movies of that era picking up bloopers in editing. “Who cares …?” my Dad railed, if an extra went over a cliff only to appear in the rushes later, … he does not understand what the cinema meant to us.”
An actor I have never enjoyed watching and who in my opinion career successes exceeded his talent was Richard Harris. Aside from This Sporting Life a gritty northern drama written by David Storey and directed by Lindsay Anderson he never convinced me.
Because of his roistering life style he was frequently at odds with director and cast alike.
He was an excellent rugby player hence the ease with which he played a rugby league forward in the Sporting Life and his outings to support his beloved Munster must have been something.
He bought the rights to Camelot and made lot of money tourring with it around America as a musical. Just as his career was visibly waning it got a boost with cameo roles in Clint Eastwood’s Unforgiven and Harry Potter.
In the week I had lunch with film buff who knew many a star and many a story. He told one of Richard Harris who, dying of Hodgkin Disease, installed himself at the Savoy as a a high class hospice.
He was not one of the Hollywood greats but if you had a night out with him you would never forget it.