A great American actress is gone. Patricia Neal, the inimitable leading actress in Ayn Rand‘s film adaptation of The Fountainhead (1949), Elia Kazan’s A Face in the Crowd (1957), and Earl Hamner‘s Christmas story for television, The Homecoming (1971), reportedly died at her New England home on Sunday. Miss Neal, who had been born in Kentucky, premiered opposite Ronald Reagan in John Loves Mary (1949), married writer Roald Dahl (James and the Giant Peach, Charlie and the Chocolate Factory) and made a remarkable comeback after suffering a serious stroke, was known by her distinctive drawl and consistently powerful performances. I have nothing but affection for her as an actress. I think I first saw her as the mountain family mother in The Homecoming, a small story based on Mr. Hamner’s novella about a poor family’s Christmas Eve which I still enjoy, and later I thought she was perfectly cast as newspaper columnist Dominique Francon in The Fountainhead opposite Gary Cooper as Howard Roark, though I would like to have seen Barbara Stanwyck, who brought the picture to Warner Bros., in the legendary role. As Marcia Jeffries falling for Andy Griffith’s Bill O’Reilly-like populist in Kazan’s brilliantly biting A Face in the Crowd, she ran the gamut of emotions and she just got better with age, whether playing soulless patron to gigolo George Peppard in Breakfast at Tiffany’s, fending off drunken lout Paul Newman in Hud, or tending to son Martin Sheen in The Subject was Roses. The last Patricia Neal picture I saw in the theater was Cookie’s Fortune (1999) in which she played an ornery old Mississippi woman and she was the best thing about the movie. She lived an incredible life, she created some of the most memorable characters on screen and, somehow, Patricia Neal combined strength, femininity, and passion in nearly everything she did.
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Hollywood reporter Army Archerd has died, according to his wife, Selma. He will be missed. I had the pleasure of meeting and interviewing the longtime Variety columnist last year before a film festival screening of Howard Hawks’ Red River starring John Wayne. We talked about the Duke, the Western and the Golden Age (which he mentioned in his column). In person, the Navy veteran was an outspoken, spright, and dapper man who enjoyed remembering movie stars and the way they were. I always liked that Army Archerd was neither salacious nor malicious; his work was generally oriented toward facts. When I decided to write a column for Box Office Mojo in 2005, I knew that he had done it first, longest, and with lasting results. He wrote about Hollywood like its movies mattered. Army Archerd was 87.
Writer Dominick Dunne, a voice of reason, particularly during the outrageous trial of the Butcher of Brentwood, O.J. Simpson, died yesterday. Mr. Dunne was a Hollywood studio executive, author of The Two Mrs. Grenvilles, and he was the survivor of a murder victim (his daughter, Dominique). His articles were published in the insufferably trendy Vanity Fair but he is best remembered by this writer for his unwavering sense of justice and his cogent reports from the Los Angeles courtroom calling out a monster that was literally getting away with murder.
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