Fare Thee Well, Angel

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Farrah Fawcett.

A woman I don't believe reached her potential as an actor, but what the hell do I know?? She was gifted enough to be able to show strength and vulnerability coinciding in her characters.

Below is a tiny snippet of a role she had in The Apostle with Robert Duvall. I think maybe her best role. And Charlie's Angels--what a lark that was given the hullaballoo of the seventies.

In any event, rest well, Angel. Death could not dim your beauty.

Comments

  1. PyzahnJune 25, 2009 at 3:55 PM

    It's sad she has such a rough time these last few years. She seemed to handled her illness with such grace.

    And now I just heard that Michael Jackson died, too. Geez, bloggers are going to have a field day with that.

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  2. Rosaria WilliamsJune 25, 2009 at 4:33 PM

    Who can forget that beautiful smile and that hair? RIP.

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  3. UnknownJune 25, 2009 at 5:14 PM

    She sure gave the cancer a good fight. I'm sorry she had to suffer so.

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  4. RudeeJune 25, 2009 at 5:41 PM

    I was moved by her documentary. I was appalled by the blatant disregard for her medical privacy and applaud her effort to tell her story in her own words. She was a very stoic woman and I'm saddened by this loss.

    I wanted to cry when I heard about Michael Jackson. His music was the soundtrack to my young adult life.

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  5. KathleenJune 25, 2009 at 8:06 PM

    Remember her "wings" -- the hair kind? Now she has the real ones.

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  6. LydiaJune 26, 2009 at 2:13 AM

    Her fight was so valiant that she became one of my heroes.

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  7. RuthJune 26, 2009 at 2:22 AM

    The Apostle is one of my favorite movies. I was blown away by Duvall's portrayal of a preacher, because my dad was a preacher, and he was so like him, I was stunned.

    You're right that Fawcett was great in it too, and I agree we might not have seen enough of her talent. I would like to see her doc film at the end of her life, but then it looks pretty gut wrenching.

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  8. aimsJune 26, 2009 at 1:32 PM

    Another sad loss.

    What a valiant fighter she was.

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