The single most important thing that happened in 2013 was we lost Peter O’Toole, in mid-December, at age 82.
He was supposed to have died sometime in the 1970s. Hard living and hard drinking can do that to a man.
But O’Toole was more than man. He was something fantastical. Not simply larger than life but somehow beyond the petty realities of life. The tales of his drunken carousing with Richard Burton, Richard Harris, Albert Finney, Michael Caine, Sean Connery — all those beautiful Brits did for movies what the Beatles did for music. That scandalous mix of creativity and reckless abandon.
O’Toole’s legend may have been better served b if he had gone in the 70s when proper attention would’ve been paid. It’s fine he was lumped together with the likes of James Gandolfini and Joan Fontaine (who died on the same day as O’Toole). But Paul Walker and Corey Monteith?
