Shelley Winters dead at 83 (or 85)
Wonderful actress. I remember her best as the hapless mother, every bit as innocent as (and a lot more deluded than) her children, perfect victim for Robert Mitchum's malevolent preacher in Charles' Laughton's great The Night of the Hunter.
Then there was her Mrs. Charlotte Haze. Years past her prime and terrifyingly needy, her vulgar, ignorant (yet for all that--or because of it--somehow touching) American widow was the perfect foil to James Mason's suave European professor and Peter Seller's surreal nightmare of a comic seducer in Lolita, one of my favorite--and most moving--of Kubrick's films.
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