Ditto.
Saw him recently in Two-Lane Blacktop. Great in Paris, Texas.
R.I.P., Mr. Stanton.
Small, but standout. He had some of the most gorgeous moments from the series, from witnessing the soul of the hit and run boy ascending, to playing guitar and singing Red River Valley. And two lines of his really stood out for me. “I been smoking every day for seventy five years,” and “I don’t like people selling their blood to eat.”
I didn’t know most of his other work very well, but I’ll always remember Carl Rodd.
Pvt. Cowboy: God almighty, you guys smell like you fell into a dung heap!
Crapgame: Kinda makes ya homesick, don’t it?
Pvt. Willard: [to Pvt. Cowboy] You know it does, kinda, don’t it old buddy?
I always thought Stephen King opened some kind of rift in the space-time continuum by naming a character in, “The Green Mile,” Dean Stanton. Then, the movie version has HDS in it, but not as Dean Stanton. The center does not hold.
Thanks, Harry. You were a card.
(Somewhere in that craggy face, he actually had a smile, and it was a damn good one.)
Warren Oates should have won Best Supporting Actor for Two Lane Blacktop. An often overlooked, sparse, ‘car nut’ tale of loneliness and friendship on the road.
Harry only had a few moments of screen time as a gay hitch hiker but was memorable, like all the bit parts he played.
Maybe Warren will pick him up and give a ride to wherever Harry is going.
Two Lane Blacktop.
I think one of Roger Ebert’s movie “laws” (?) was that no film with J. Emmet Walsh or Harry Dean Stanton could be bad.
First noticed HDS in Alien.
He was a great singer too. Here he is singing over Ry Cooder: Ry Cooder - Canción Mixteca - YouTube
He was best man at Jack Nicholson’s wedding.
And he sang in Cool Hand Luke!
But don’t call him Harold!
If you haven’t seen Paris, Texas stop what you’re doing and go watch it now.
Aww. I was thinking literally the other day about how he’s still around but that everything is inevitable.
I’ll pour a beer for the ultimate “That Guy.”
Good enough to have a rule named for him!
ETA: Just saw that TreacherousCretin mentioned this.
Paris Texas was awesome. Knew and like a tiny bit of his performances before that, but Paris really cemented it for me. IIRC HDS also had a lot of misgivings about taking the lead after being a character actor for *decades *before that. I saw it in the US on the first run and then a year later in China dubbed into Chinese. I only mention that because back in the 1980s I think only 2 or 4 foreign movies were allowed to shown in China, and it was one of them. Awesome. I just re-watched the final scenes, 30+ years later and now as a parent. Jesus fucking Christ what a great movie and great acting.
Also, I was a punk rock, so Repo Man has a special place.
Also, IIRC for Aliens, the actors were not told about the alien bursting out of the stomach scene in advance so they could capture the “real” reactions. HSD was awesome.
RIP dude
So he was 70 when he played the chief engineer in “Down Periscope”? Older than the submarine itself.
You forgot to reveal that that person was …
Bob Dylan. I thought it was obvious.
hmmmm I think you meant to say Paul Reubens actually.
Apparently there were a bunch of annual Harry Dean Stanton Fests, held in Lexington, Kentucky.
Cool.
Avenge him! Aveennnnggeeee him!!!
It was Alien, not Aliens, but yes, he was. I confess I haven’t seen him in too many other movies but that. May he rest in peace.
Wow.
Harry Dean Stanton died. Damn.
He had a nice long run – 91 years (!) – and a distinguished acting career.
Would that we all could do so well.
But I’m a little sadder today, knowing that the actor who played two of my favorite characters in two of my favorite movies (Bud from Repo Man, of course, and Johnny Farragut from Wild At Heart) is no longer among us.
Ave, Mr. Stanton, AVE!
That’s the scene I posted to Facebook. It occurred to me that I was aware of the Repo Code well before I was aware of Asimov’s laws of robotics.
RIP
You did it better by presenting it the way I would have, had I not been too lazy to look it up.
ETA: and I’d misspelled M. Emmet Walsh.