Spartacus also rebelled against the blacklist

It is logical that a person says goodbye to this world, if possible without suffering, with resignation, with a little sweetness, when he has reached the age of 89 years old. It happened in the month of August to that exceptional woman and actress named Lauren Bacall. But it was inevitable that this would provoke in any film buff with gray hair the painful sensation that when this old woman with a sharp tongue, genuine personality and unfading class died, one of the few symbols that remained alive of a way and a time of understanding cinema, which the aroma of something as recognizable as it is fascinating, of an identifiable and peculiar stardom, of a universe teeming with talent and style, had been left very alone with his death.

And as you melancholy recall the great characters of that world who still inhabit the earth, you discover that Bacall was the penultimate survivor. And the last one remains. With all my respect and admiration for legendary people like Gene Hackman and Clint Eastwood, who are in their late 80s, I would not include them as representatives of old Hollywood. They are something else. The last and glorious dinosaur that is still alive was baptized with the name of Issur Danielovitch Demsky, but, deducing that it was not the most appropriate when the vocation or the dreams have been determined to achieve film stardom, he changed that unmistakably Jewish identity. by the resounding and Saxon name of Kirk Douglas.

And he was a special actor, powerful, captivating, with nerve, with the ability so that none of his viewers would forget his presence from the first time they saw him on the screen. In my case, it happens with him, as with Cary Grant, John Wayne, Robert Mitchum (they say that he and Douglas hated each other, Mitchum considered him a fraud and a trickster) and some other illustrious inhabitant of that golden age, who Regardless of the character they played, not only did I believe them, but their presence justified the price of admission. Douglas is always complex, he gives off a sense of danger and tension, his hardness is authentic, but he can move the receiver without the need for fuss or overacting, there is always something epic and luminous in him even if he plays the dark side of complicated characters, with edges, tormented, fearsome, his range to express intense feelings is very wide and he resolves it with admirable sobriety. It is rare to imagine him on the skin and in the hearts of everyday people (his is permanent fascination), but he is such a good actor that he would surely have done it effortlessly. Douglas is good at genres in which many things happen, he moves like a fish in water in the blackness, the western, the historical cinema, the adventure, the epic confrontations, the nuances, the epic, the physical and psychological violence tense situations. 

The blonde with the dimple is just as electrifying in close-up and wide shot, and it's clear that if multiple characters appear on screen in sequence, chances are the viewer won't be able to take their eyes off their faces, their movements, his gestures, what he shows, hides and suggests. He not only has art and strength.