Sunday, February 10, 2008

Roy Scheider, R.I.P.

I saw Naked Lunch before Jaws and The French Connection, so my first acquaintance with Roy Scheider found him wearing a fuck-awful tan suit and crunching on dialogue like Kellogs cornflakes. A terrific Dr. Benway, in other words. When I finally saw All That Jazz a few months ago, I was shocked by how compelling and, well, sexy Scheider was in this otherwise drippy example of mythologizing; wearing skintight black jeans and shirt, cropped hair, and a beatnik goatee, he was a grinning satyr in search of a film with his buoyance. I said elsewhere today that Scheider had an odd, perfect talent for committing to a project yet looking preoccupied, like his mind was home in his study, reading What Maisie Knew. His work in "SeaQuest" certainly confirmed this.

1 comment:

blackmail is my life said...

I met him at an aunt's wedding a few summers ago. His wife was a dear friend of hers. I called him 'Mr. Scheider' and praised him for All That Jazz. I'm pretty sure I said the 'Showtime' sequence blew my mind. All the waiters were equally stunned to see him there, and we just talked about our favorite scenes. Then my sister-in-law chewed his ear off about Jaws.