It was with great sadness that I pulled up my blog reading list this morning and saw in the first subject line, Ernest Borgnine (January 24, 1917 - July 8, 2012). Took a half second for that to sink in. Then I burst into tears. I haven't really stopped crying.
Sometimes it's not the actors we name our favorites who affect us the most. Sometimes it's the other guys, the ones who star with our favorite actors, the ones without whom, the entire movie would fall apart. They're so good, you almost take them for granted. They make any movie they're in better. Ernest Borgnine is one of those guys. I've been watching him as long as William Holden, longer perhaps. And it's not William Holden who has three movies in my top ten films of all time list -- two in my top five. It's Ernest Borgnine. Add in his appearances in so many of my other beloved movies, and I'm pretty sure his name would come out on top if you added up how many appearances he makes in movies I love.
I had the privilege of meeting him last year, and I'm sure that memory only adds to be heartbreak now. He was so full of life, so full of laughter.
RIP, Mr. Borgnine, and thank you for so many years of amazing, wonderful, awesome performances. You will be sorely missed.