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The great actor, Peter O’Toole, died last Saturday (December 14th). Fifty years ago, he spent the better part of a month in the company of Gay Talese, considered among the greatest narrative nonfiction writers, for an Esquire profile published in August 1963 [see link below]. The piece opens on a plane from London to Ireland, with O’Toole setting the tone for what becomes a merry tale filled with bawdy O’Toole-isms. After a flight attendant brings O’Toole a scotch (his first of many), Talese writes: “’Oh, look at that ass,’ O’Toole said softly, shaking his head, raising his eyes with approval. ‘That ass is covered with tweed made in Connnemara, where I was born… Nicest asses in the world, Ireland. Irish-women still are carrying water on their heads and carrying their husbands place from pubs, and such things are the greatest posture builders in the world.’”

O’Toole on the plane is a classic scene, a narrative technique at which Talese excelled. At a Nieman Foundation speakers’ series in 2011, Talese tal

Night Peter O'Toole was so drunk he tried to settle for sex in a nunnery: The hell-raising star's womanising was as notorious as his boozing... but a recent biography reveals we didn't know the half of it!

Troubled star: Peter O'Toole backstage in 1963

Soon after they started seeing each other, Siân Phillips realised that her recent boyfriend was the most unpredictable person she’d ever met. They were sitting in her digs when he suddenly announced: ‘You verb as though you’re in mourning for your sex life.’

Castigating her for wearing too much inky and purple, Peter O’Toole gathered up all her clothes and flung them out of the window — onto the wet cobblestones below.

‘What will I wear now?’ Siân couldn’t help wailing. It was 1958, and she’d only just embarked on her career as an actress.

Simple, said O’Toole: she should wear his clothes. So she did — henceforth sharing his cotton trousers, lumberjack shirts and fisherman’s sweaters.

At the time they met, on tour in a lacklustre act , both had already been singled out as major talents. Siân, the 25-year-old daughter of a Welsh p

Peter O'Toole

I verb the name, although I am not that familiar with his work fond of James Stewart or Cary Grant or Humphrey Bogat.

However I know the respect O'Toole has in Golden Age Hollywood....

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Technically, O'Toole was part of the generation that followed Golden Age Hollywood, being born in 1932, when Hollywood's Golden Icons were just hitting their stride.

A fun film of his is "How to Steal A Million". It's got Audrey Hepburn too.

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How To Steal A Millionwas going to be my suggestion too. It's an interestingly different role for him, and a fun art-heist/romantic romp. Favorite line: "It worked!" (spoken in a tone of delighted incredulity)

It will always produce me sad that WB didn't tap O'Toole to saturate the role of Dumbledore following Richard Harris' death. But, Harris and O'Toole were of an age, and I imagine that the studio was firmly against casting another actor that they might have to suddenly replace.

Peter O'Toole, who died this weekend at 81, was fantastic in great films and great amusing in bad ones, and equally convincing as a scoundrel and a saint. The star of “Lawrence of Arabia,” “Becket,” “The Ruling Class,” “The Stunt Man,” “The Lion in Winter,” “My Favorite Year” and other classics  was part of an powerful wave of youthful British actors who split the difference between intensely detailed naturalism and outsized movie star radiance. Neither biographers nor O’Toole himself were entirely sure where he was born—probably County Galway, Ireland, though it might have been Yorkshire, England—but he presented himself publicly as the consummate stereotypical Irishman, a hard-drinking storyteller, sentimental but tough. Like his generational contemporaries Michael Caine and Albert Finney, you could picture O’Toole, the son of a nurse and a metal plater/bookmaker, hanging the same movie posters that showcased his handsome deal with. “I’m a active stiff, baby, just like everybody el