By Kevin Corrigan
As an actor, I’m always thinking about — what else? Myself. My career. Fretting over missed opportunities, feeling like I’ll never work again, retracing every step I’ve taken, wondering where I’ve gone wrong, and taking heart in what’s gone right.
The two occasions I worked for Tony Scott were unquestionably good times. Things were going my way. Those were days of privilege and validation, the kind every actor longs for.
Gene Hackman said that Tony “respected the needs of an actor.” I can’t think of a more concise remembrance of Mr. Scott.
There are enough people, within and without the acting community, who couldn’t care less about the needs of an actor, who despise actors, but Tony Scott was the opposite. That devilish smile was all about you, seeing you, he was happy to see you. He loved actors.
He loved us!
The reason his death hurts so much… isn’t because we loved him. It’s because he loved us. And now he’s gone.
And who’s going to love us like that now? Can you tell me? In this cold, unforgiving business, who is going to love actors as much as Tony Scott did?
Such a loving man. He was always passionate about his work. Why would such a person want to take their own life?
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