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Actors Who Are Really Good at Crying:
(Because you don’t often see actors crying—like, actual crying, not teary eyes or trembling upper lips or anything—I thought I’d point out the ones that do in fact cry really well, and in effect rip my heart out, metaphorically speaking.)
(Also, discounting child actors, because if I included them, the list would be endless.)
- Richard Burton, Who’s Afraid of Virginia Woolf? (When he starts laughing nonstop, and then devolves into sobbing? Ugh, my heart.)
- James Dean, Rebel Without a Cause and East of Eden (He was just really good at Anguish, and he knew it.)
- Anthony Hopkins, Shadowlands and Howard’s End (The fact that he tries to hide his crying by covering his eyes in Howard’s End makes it all the more sad.)
- Liam Neeson, Schindler’s List and Love Actually (There’s something about seeing a big guy cry that just kills you. I can’t think about the last scene in Schindler’s List without tearing up.)
- Matt Damon, Good Will Hunting and Saving Private Ryan (I seem to vaguely recall him crying in Good Will Hunting, but, really, when he talks about his brothers—“Danny you’re a young man!”—in Saving Private Ryan and then starts crying…ugh.)
- James Stewart, It’s a Wonderful Life (Really, James Stewart was awesome at effectively displaying anguish. Yes, he’s known largely for his Aw Shucks Mid-Western Stoicism, but when he was reacting to something in horror, like in Rear Window and The Man Who Knew Too Much, to name just a few, he was always spot on. I can’t remember if he broke down during the filibuster scene in Mr. Smith Goes to Washington—I can’t remember, because usually, by that time, I am myself a sobbing mess—but when he started crying and praying to God at the end of It’s a Wonderful Life…yeah, it was effective.)
(I feel like there are more out there—Nanni Moretti in La Stanza del Figlio?—but I have to think about it more. If you want to add some, feel free to. And I didn’t mean to exclude TV actors in the list—I tried to think of some last night but no one really came to mind.)
Wait does this mean we have to work Oliver Reed into O’Hurton? I nominate Oly O’Hurton as the name then. Oliver Reed kind of scares me, by the way.
By strange coincidence, I’ve started working on a big Oliver! painting and I’m being driven insane trying to capture Oliver Reed’s scary face. He keeps looking dyspeptic not homicidal.
I love all the men in this post.
I’m simultaneously attracted to and scared of Oliver Reed. Like, I doubt I would have liked him in real life, but I still can’t help but think he was really attractive, and a good actor. He’s like that guy that you’d say (to paraphrase the chick from American Graffiti), “As long as you don’t talk, we’ll get along fine.”
Source: Daily Mail