Paul Scofield
Paul Scofield passed away at the age of 86. By all regards a theatre titan and rightful heir to the throne gelded by Olivier and Gielgud in their day. Yet, a crown passed over not thrice but any time it was offered to him.
What’s so remarkable about Paul Scofield is how little he is known. Instead of an actor who couldn’t get “arrested” or the break he might seek, this was a point of willful intention for Scofield. While the emergent cinema era birthed such vast talents and egos of the likes of Olivier and Richard Burton, Scofield quietly trecked himself back home to his family with little regard for the spotlight.
His passing seems to be another pointed blot on a week that sees my favorite director, and by all counts, beloved soul, Anthony Minghella pass at an all too young an age at 54. The timing of these losses is only too poignant in an emergent era where strikes are fought over the landscape of hand-held streaming video, diluted content and accusations that the Best Actor for the Academy Awards was, perhaps, “overacting.”
Rather than republish an account of Scofield’s life (there are plenty of resources) I would simply like to revere here the three roles that resonated with myself and those around so profoundly, and dare I say it, perfectly.
My first encounter with Scofield and most profound was as Thomas More in ‘A Man For All Seasons’. A favorite of my brothers on VHS, he could recount line for line the very speech where Scofield, as More, listens to a young man explain how he would be all too willing to break every law of man in order to reach the Devil himself. Scofield’s patient and weary stare digests every word til he then rises up, with his great voice and conviction, and repudiates the reasoning that a man that would side-step the law at every step to achieve good has nothing left which to do battle. Robert Bolt’s screenplay is no less relevant today than it was then and Scofield grounds it with seeming ease.
The movie ‘Quiz Show’ was one that was acknowledged by industry peers as worthy of Oscar consideration but one the public never really seized onto regardless of remarkable talents as Robert Redford, Ralph Fiennes and John Turturro attached to it. In the years since its release it has become not only a forgotten treasure, but has emerged to me on the very short list of movies that I can consider perfect.
The movie, centered around the dawn of the now-saturated market of game shows, focuses particularly on ‘21’. What plays out is the moral quandary of Charlie Van Doren, the son of the intellectual elite family, as he is oddly enticed to participate in something of a popularity contest of pop intellect. When the prospect that Charlie cheat to keep a lock on his now ratings-high stretch on the show is presented, Charlie quietly acquiesces to the point the scandal comes crashing down. Underneath the surface, Redford and writer Paul Attansio, again prophetically here, illustrate the culture dynamic of having fame for fame’s sake over the authentic, but less dynamic, of authenticity and integrity.
The scene where Fiennes, as Charlie, drops his shoulders and confesses to his father (Scofield) is one we still quote today. The shock and utter disbelief conveyed by Scofield is tragedy encapsulated. “Your name is my name!” he bellows when Charlie wriggles about for moral justification. The heavy lidded and grey features of Scofield with that twinkle in his eye seems to fall piece by piece with the unimaginable realization of what’s taken place. Again, I believe it is a perfect performance and seems so fitting for Scofield to come out of his theatrical hiding to perform.
While Denise Richard’s convinces a judge her 4 year old “really wants to be on a reality show”, the latest celebrity DUI photo pops up and the awards shows all start looking the same, Paul Scofield will pass quietly, gently and with great majesty. Because, for him, the only title he wanted was, “Mister.”
Good night, sweet prince.