Egypt's greatest gift to the world is dead, and the world mourns this magnificent actor whose soulful brown eyes are simply unforgettable. That he achieved immortality with Doctor Zhivago is without question. It was a perfect union of actor and role and he made it his own for eternity. He was not only an exquisite actor, he was a star. The price of glory didn't come easy and he lost his home and bearings in the process, never been able to regain the stability and direction he once had with his first and only wife in the turbulent years that followed their divorce. Years during which he tried his hand at many things, acting, gambling, horse racing and embracing the gypsy lifestyle from luxurious hotel to hotel (and with his looks and allure no doubt) from spellbound lady to lady. Yet there was always a touch of melancholy in those searching brown eyes, a look that's most visible in Doctor Zhivago of course, but also with Funny Girl and other performances.
He was already a big star in Egypt before he was discovered by the rest of the world in Lawrence of Arabia, so Egypt's loss was our gain. Rest in peace Omar and thanks for the memories.
Louis Jourdan est mort et ce ne est pas possible. Je le adorais et je l'adore toujours.
He was dashing and handsome, distinguished and gorgeous, with an innate elegance, class and charm that Hollywood exploited beautifully. He was the answer to a maiden's dreams and I'm sure he set many hearts afire during his lifetime, yet this prince of love in every way, was faithful to one woman and one woman only. How lucky can a girl get? The love of his life died last year and he followed shortly thereafter.
He made many movies but "Gigi" will always be my personal favorite. That he chose Valentine's Day to make his final exit doesn't seem ironic but fitting.
Repose en paix Louis, a cote de votre amour et merci pour les splendides souvenirs.
Impossibly handsome and sexy, personable and gifted, you didn't know you engendered such secret animosity, envy and profound resentment, did you? Well you found out, alright. You remind me of the character in Scott Fitzgerald's novel, "Everything came too easily to him," because that's how people saw you, except you paid your dues, but people who resented your success didn't know that, did they? They only saw the big bucks you made anchoring that chair and didn't see any of the pressures you were under. To maintain your status as "Numero Uno" you had to keep rolling them in, wearing different hats and who can blame you if in the process of so many talk shows, a little fiction became blurred with reality? An apology should have been sufficient but the uproar wouldn't end till you were mocked, humiliated and punished. Well they extracted blood and still they're not satisfied. Don't let them get you down. You deserve your success because you were a star. Many others can do the job but there are very few that shine in the role the way you did. You remind me a lot of Jessica Savitch, another ill fated star who commanded that chair the way you did because when she was there, we couldn't see anything else. I don't know if you'll come back when your banishment is over, I don't know if you'll want to. But whatever you do, I wish you lots of luck.
