The Man Who Could Reign, directed by another great, Johan Huston, based on a story by the great Rudyard Kipling. When I saw this tall guy next to another ironic and carefree-looking blond named Michael Caine, I couldn't take my eyes off the screen anymore. They were two actors, who took you where they wanted, who lived adventures, but they seemed adventurers themselves, you no longer saw the actors but the characters.
Then I saw the James Bond movies and I really liked that ironic air of Sean Connery, the actor that I was already following, one of the greats. I was more like Roger Moore, because when I was little I thought I could be that British heartthrob, but it couldn't be, of course. Connery was great in Marnie the Hitchcock Thief, but also unforgettable in the beautiful and poetic Robin and Marian, directed by Richard Lester, with the unforgettable Audrey Hepburn.
Sean Connery always had an elegant bearing, his dialogues made us listen carefully, because his characters seemed to know the secret of life, the truth of existence. In The Immortals or The Untouchables by Eliott Ness, but also in such deep films as The Offense, directed by Sidney Lumet, with a great Richard Harris alongside.
He went to live in Spain, in Marbella and became a wealthy dandy, until Hacienda asked him to account, while we enjoyed his character of King Arturo or the incredible policeman in the claustrophobic Zero Atmosphere.
Connery was a close but also distinguished guy who differentiated himself from other English actors (Connery was Scottish) by his seductive gaze, which did not resemble that of Olivier or other greats like Bogarde, James Mason or David Niven.
I remember with admiration that look at the world, where the character of a man who seemed to know everything dazzled us with his ironic gaze. If I had to choose from his many roles, I think that wonderful madman from the Irving Kershner film of the same title, along with Joanne Woodward, represents the peculiar type, he was the somewhat crazy and neurotic writer who fascinated women.
He could reign, as in Huston's film, but in the end, we are all made of clay and his greatness is over because death does not understand great actors or huge types who arouse admiration and attraction. Now he rests in the Bahamas, where he went to sleep and did not wake up, a heart attack took a legend, one more of those who have gone on this long and tortuous path of life.