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Like we said once upon a matrix, when Da Watcher deigns to enter the conversational fray, ya KNOW somethin’s optimistically up – mucho obliged, Dana-san (not to down-play all the other foundational fans of Mr. Scott paying their titled tribute to the extraordinary essence of his muscular gift). We share your admiration for “Islands” for, among many things, it contains one of the greatest and most subtly tragic acting scenes ever captured on celluloid … that masterly sequence when estranged wife Claire Bloom is about to tell him of the death of their son - and Mr. Scott (seen from behind) slowwwwwly places his hand behind his head as the enormity of the news he’s already intuited settles inside him. No shouting, no screaming, no over-the-top hay-lookit-me-see-how-intense-I-can-get histrionics: simply the quietly enveloping realization a parent’s worst nightmare has become all too real. There are few moments of when the craft of acting attains the creative artistry it so rarely achieves it literally takes your breath away, but, by gar, this was one of ‘em.
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I've never not believed a Scott performance! I think you may have outdone yourself with this thread, Neo. Might I add that your return to our virtual environs comes not a moment too soon -- just as the trolls, flamers, grenade throwers and kvetchers threatened to storm the western gates. The stern visage of George C. Scott has sent the scalawags running back to their mothers' skirts!
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Appropriately, given the time of year, Scott stars in my two favorite horror films.
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