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May 30, 2010 | Uncategorized | editor | 0 Comments
Hollywood only has a handful of actors who are truly original. Who don’t just read the words on the page like a god damn monkey. Most movies have actors who sound like a ghost hunter trying to contact the other side. Two. Hours. Of. Robotic. Line reads. There are only a few who can make anything interesting. Gary Oldman. Benecio Del Toro. Ian McKellen. Vincent D’Onofrio and Christopher Walken. It’s probably around 20. 19, now, unfortunately.
Dennis Hopper, whose pot-addled Billy in Easy Rider and psychopathic Frank Booth in Blue Velvet helped put the icon in iconoclastic, has died after a decade-long battle with prostate cancer. He was 74.
The legendary actor died about 9 a.m. Saturday surrounded by family in his Los Angeles home.
Taken ill with flu-like symptoms last September, Hopper later said he was suffering with prostate cancer. Family members told PEOPLE that the disease had spread to other organs in his system.
Hopper was better in Nike commercials than Aniston or Tobey Macguire have been in anything in their life. Think about that for a second. He even made commercials good. He was so effortlessly cool, it makes me think I should do more drugs. Can anyone send me some LSD? I think it’s what Dennis would have wanted.