RIP Roy (plus my grandmother ate a loaf of bread)

[thehefner]

Before I get to the main story, I feel you all should know that my grandmother just ate an entire an entire loaf of sourdough bread in one sitting. Well, okay, in fairness, she didn't eat the end bits. But everything else, yeah. It's gone. Within half an hour, whoop, gone. Maybe I'm just not a big bread eater--just bread on its own and all--but that strikes me as a bit excessive.



RIP Roy Scheider. I shall remember you every May 14th when (in accordance with the new holiday started by James Wolcott this past year) I celebrate Worldwide Roy Scheider Day.

Next up, I think I desperately need to finally watch THE SEVEN-UPS, Scheider's starring role and a sorta-sequel/companion piece to THE FRENCH CONNECTION.*

So, my friendly peanut gallery, what are your favorite Roy Scheider memories? Between JAWS, 2010, ALL THAT JAZZ, KLUTE, SORCERER, BLUE THUNDER, NAKED LUNCH, and MARATHON MAN, I'm sure you folks have one or two to spare.




*It's funny, that era of true crime has created so many stories (true, fact-based, and fictional), one can really watch THE FRENCH CONNECTION, THE SEVEN-UPS, THE FRENCH CONNECTION II, SERPICO, PRINCE OF THE CITY, and AMERICAN GANGSTER (just to name a few) and I bet it'd really feel like one huge saga. Would any other movies fit into this "world"?

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[suburbfabulous.livejournal.com]

The opening church robbery scene? Awesome. SO awesome, I probably misspelled it.