I was devestated to hear about the passing of Charles Durning, right after the death of Jack Klugman and after seeing The Muppet Movie again on Christmas Eve.
The first film I can remember seeing Durning in was The Best Little Whore House in Texas, and then The Sting. He was a treasure, and was a joy to watch in countless performances.
We are lessened, as a race, with the passing of anyone, especially the like of Charles Durning.
I would rather do a play because it`s instantaneous. You go on the stage, and you know whether it`s happening or not. Somebody asked me “what is acting?” And I said, “acting is listening.” And if you ain`t listening, nobody`s listening.
Almost anyone that remembers Jack Klugman does so from Quincy or the Odd Couple.
For me, it will always be The Twilight Zone, and especially In Praise of Pip. There was no finer episode of television than that, and it was specifically the pathos and emotion of Klugman that made that work so well.
I was at the pinnacle of my career one day and the next day I was put out to pasture. I felt like a race horse with a broken leg.