Every year around this time TCM creates a clip, a tribute
to the professionals who have died in the movie business during the year.
And every year I watch these and find to my amazement that so-and-so had died and I didn’t know about it. This years clip seems especially poignant to me. Not the major stars, but the character actors that gave so much enjoyment: Henry Gibson, Dom Deluise. This years musical track brings tears to my eyes. Steve Earle’s recording of “To Live is to Fly” is incredible. It feels like a perfect song.
As I see these figures flit by, usually in clips from their most famous films, it just strikes me again – the idea that they will be around forever. And maybe in a way they are. The clips are almost always from their most famous roles, which are usually when they were young. For my generation, Karl Malden was the priest in On the Waterfront. For the next generation he was the cop in Streets of San Francisco; and then for the following generation a spokesman – Don’t Leave Home Without It.
It wasn’t the age at which they died that anchored them to a certain time of our lives; it was the roles we remember them for.
It just seems such a shame that those who provided so many moments of laughter and sadness must die like anyone else. That does seem like a waste in the greater scheme of things, but that’s the way it is. This particular clip gave me goosebumps.
Getting older, I find it easier to cry then when I was in my 30’s. I’ve read that this is common with men, as the hormone production decrease, they become more feminine as they get older; and the reverse is said to be true for women; so that by the time they both reach the end, they’ve become very alike. It seems to be true, as I found it impossible to feel this sort of sadness when I was a young man; and now any good sad song can do it.
Well, okay – just thought I’d pass the link on as worth a look.