
If my blog had a flag, it would be at half-mast. We have lost one of our great actresses of the screen and stage. She died too young. You know she would have been like her mother, wowing theatre audiences well into her seventies, because I guess that is what the Redgraves do. They are actors and by golly are they good.
I remember seeing one of her films at the cinema a few years back and wondering how on earth such a brilliant talent hadn't amassed at least two or three Oscars by now, and why she wasn't a household name. But then I guess that was part of her style, her way of doing things. Quietly and under the radar, the inside-tip.
To those of us who admired her work as an actress, she leaves behind a legacy of stunning performances in brilliant art-house films, and performances far better than they should have been in her pay-check flicks. And as for the theatre... well, that's the glory of it, isn't it? It's the moment. Right then. It can never be revisited.
I shall watch
Asylum tomorrow night and raise my glass to Natasha Richardson. She will be sorely missed.