He was briefly the cover star of the Smiths single “What Difference Does it Make?” until m’learned friends got involved. Later versions have a very similar photo with Morrissey adopting the same pose.
Good man. I got to know him a bit when Bloomsbury published his two memoirs. Very friendly, always happy to stand around and chat.
My favourite moment was at a party at Liz Calder’s, who was his editor. Someone had put Superman on for the kids, and I found myself stand next to him, watching himself in Superman. Unsurprisingly, he did it for the money.
I always think of Joanna Lumleys story whenever they saw him strolling down Ladbroke Grove where she shared a flat with other models she would fly down the stairs and walk past him just so she could ignore him
I always liked his turn in The Limey. Not a great film, but TS is on fire throughout. Here he is going full-on Cockney against the mighty, and none-more-laid-back, Bill Duke:
And here he is reacting quite badly to being beaten up:
Although there’s quite a contrast between the characters of Wilson and Bernadette, the wriggling hips, waspish lips and deathless stare seem common to both:
I saw the film when it came out with a transwoman I was house sharing with in Bradford at the time. Things seemed more liberated and relaxed back then, and the film was a riot.
His legacy ‘might’ be higher than a minor hit from a dire-era picture sleeve.
Anyway, re: “The Collector”… one of the weirdest of all films.
1. Terrence was surely mid-cast as a geek, although he was great as a geek!
2. The film went against the stipulation at the time that (really) bad crime had to have a good result.
However, in this case, the man in charge of policing the film, fell asleep, missed the ending, and so the bad guy (Stamp) in the film got away, otherwise it would have been banned.
While the Hay’s Code mandated that criminals always had to have been shown to have been punished for their crimes, pretty sure it was gone by the time TC came out, so my guess would be urban myth.
If you watch any of the old Alfred Hitchcock TV series (currently on Sky and Prime), he ends each episode by having has huge fun exposing such censoriousness for the nonsense it was.
Bit like the shot of a locomotive entering a tunnel he inserted at the end of North by North West when forced to remove a shot of Cary G and Eva Marie Saint in bed aboard said train
During the 90’s I made a number of trips to LA for work. At the time a basic room at the Chateau Marmont was almost reasonable, no doubt in part due to the lack of air con. I didn’t mind as you could star spot as well take advantage of the free ping-pong table.
Pool side one Saturday I ordered some food to eat by the pool and a chap on the sun lounger next to me struck up a conversation on the basis he’d heard my accent and was a fellow Brit. He too was there for work and said he was thinking it was time to think about staying somewhere else. We compared notes on the traffic, shared a bowl of pretzels we both professed to hate, talked about things we missed from home, chatting about something and nothing for a half hour or so. He looked really familiar to me but I couldn’t place him. The next day I saw him checking out and wished him farewell and heard the front desk wish Mr Stamp a safe journey.
I always wanted to be him or David Hemings in the sixties.
For all his great acting roles he will probably be remembered as the best Superman villain.
“Kneel before Zod “
A sad loss.
What a very long and extraordinary career he had…..
https://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000654/?ref_=nmbio_ov_bk
Actor yes, singer maybe not…
(Not much to recommend of anything in that film, sadly)
He was briefly the cover star of the Smiths single “What Difference Does it Make?” until m’learned friends got involved. Later versions have a very similar photo with Morrissey adopting the same pose.
The original still was from the film ‘The Collector’.
Love The Collector, love Priscilla, Queen of the Desert. He’s brilliant in both.
Good man. I got to know him a bit when Bloomsbury published his two memoirs. Very friendly, always happy to stand around and chat.
My favourite moment was at a party at Liz Calder’s, who was his editor. Someone had put Superman on for the kids, and I found myself stand next to him, watching himself in Superman. Unsurprisingly, he did it for the money.
And ‘is bruvver Chris managed the ‘oo dinnee
I always think of Joanna Lumleys story whenever they saw him strolling down Ladbroke Grove where she shared a flat with other models she would fly down the stairs and walk past him just so she could ignore him
That’s fab.
I always liked his turn in The Limey. Not a great film, but TS is on fire throughout. Here he is going full-on Cockney against the mighty, and none-more-laid-back, Bill Duke:
And here he is reacting quite badly to being beaten up:
“TELL HIM I’M COMING!” Indeed.
RIP.
Although there’s quite a contrast between the characters of Wilson and Bernadette, the wriggling hips, waspish lips and deathless stare seem common to both:
I saw the film when it came out with a transwoman I was house sharing with in Bradford at the time. Things seemed more liberated and relaxed back then, and the film was a riot.
His legacy ‘might’ be higher than a minor hit from a dire-era picture sleeve.
Anyway, re: “The Collector”… one of the weirdest of all films.
1. Terrence was surely mid-cast as a geek, although he was great as a geek!
2. The film went against the stipulation at the time that (really) bad crime had to have a good result.
However, in this case, the man in charge of policing the film, fell asleep, missed the ending, and so the bad guy (Stamp) in the film got away, otherwise it would have been banned.
Is this an urban myth?
While the Hay’s Code mandated that criminals always had to have been shown to have been punished for their crimes, pretty sure it was gone by the time TC came out, so my guess would be urban myth.
If you watch any of the old Alfred Hitchcock TV series (currently on Sky and Prime), he ends each episode by having has huge fun exposing such censoriousness for the nonsense it was.
Bit like the shot of a locomotive entering a tunnel he inserted at the end of North by North West when forced to remove a shot of Cary G and Eva Marie Saint in bed aboard said train
During the 90’s I made a number of trips to LA for work. At the time a basic room at the Chateau Marmont was almost reasonable, no doubt in part due to the lack of air con. I didn’t mind as you could star spot as well take advantage of the free ping-pong table.
Pool side one Saturday I ordered some food to eat by the pool and a chap on the sun lounger next to me struck up a conversation on the basis he’d heard my accent and was a fellow Brit. He too was there for work and said he was thinking it was time to think about staying somewhere else. We compared notes on the traffic, shared a bowl of pretzels we both professed to hate, talked about things we missed from home, chatting about something and nothing for a half hour or so. He looked really familiar to me but I couldn’t place him. The next day I saw him checking out and wished him farewell and heard the front desk wish Mr Stamp a safe journey.
I always wanted to be him or David Hemings in the sixties.
For all his great acting roles he will probably be remembered as the best Superman villain.
“Kneel before Zod “