Is peter otoole gay
Peter O'Toole, who died this weekend at 81, was great in great films and great entertainment in bad ones, and equally convincing as a scoundrel and a saint. The star of &#;Lawrence of Arabia,&#; &#;Becket,&#; &#;The Decision Class,&#; &#;The Stunt Man,&#; &#;The Lion in Winter,&#; &#;My Favorite Year&#; and other classics was part of an influential wave of young British actors who split the difference between intensely detailed naturalism and outsized show 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. Appreciate 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 production posters that showcased his handsome face. &#;I&#;m a working stiff, baby, just like everybody else,&#; he once said.
From the seventies onward, O&#;Toole
*. I recently found myself watching Becket at the same time as I was preparing notes on Cleopatra, a movie that had been released just the year before. Of course both movies are historical costume dramas made in the grand design, both won Academy Awards (Becket was nominated for twelve!), and both celebrity Richard Burton, but I found another parallel more significant.
*. Despite organism widely celebrated (Cleopatra was, among its other benchmarks, surely the most renowned, or notorious, movie of its time), both films are almost entirely forgotten today.
*. Time was when even popular history books dealing with either figure would have to address their screen versions, pointing out signifcant inaccuracies or liberties taken with the historical record. Today that&#;s no longer necessary, as nobody comes to a book about Cleopatra or Thomas Beckett with preconceptions based on their memories of Elizabeth Taylor or Richard Burton needing to be overcome. Indeed, the films aren&#;t even mentioned in some recent studies.
*. Well, this is one case where I can&#;t fault the fickle tas
Peter O&#;Toole
I understand the name, although I am not that familiar with his work love James Stewart or Cary Grant or Humphrey Bogat.
However I know the respect O&#;Toole has in Golden Age HollywoodClick to expand
Technically, O&#;Toole was part of the generation that followed Golden Age Hollywood, being born in , 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 idea 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 generate me sad that WB didn&#;t tap O&#;Toole to occupy 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.
from the manual FAME AND OBSCURITY by Gay Talese.
All the children had their pencils out and were drawing horses, as the nun had instructed--all, that is, except one little young man who, having finished, was sitting idly behind his desk. "Well," the nun said, looking down at his horse, "why not draw something else--a saddle, or something?" A several minutes later she returned to see what he had drawn. Suddenly her face was scarlet. The horse now had a penis and was urinating in the pasture. Wildly, with both hands, the nun began to flail the boy. Then other nuns rushed in and they, too, flailed him, knocking him to the floor, and not listening as he sobbed, bewilderedly, "But, butI was only drawing what I sawonly drawing what I saw!"
"Oh, those bitches!" said Peter O'Toole, now thirty-one, still feeling the sting after all these years. "Those destitute, old unmarried birds with those withered, sexless hands! God, how I hated those nuns!"
He threw his chief back, finished his Scotch, then asked th