Eight years ago today, Richard Biggs died. I remember the day vividly, because it's precisely one day after my birthday, and because I felt really terrible when it happened. Franklin was the character I identified with the most, I think, and I always had this strange feeling as a writer/director that Richard Biggs would be my perfect actor. Working with him would have been a dream, and every time I think about working on some kind of film project or script that could get me somewhere there's a little part of me that thinks "but you can't work with Richard Biggs." I know it's odd and perhaps silly, and it's not like I've even sold a single screenplay, but on a creative level I feel like the universe kind of went astray that day. Which of course is nothing to the pain of losing him as an actual person, which so many people must feel.
Oddly, I just realized that today is also the birthday of Paul Winfield, who played his father, Richard Franklin - also an actor I really liked, and who also died too young.
To absent friends, in memory still bright.
Oddly, I just realized that today is also the birthday of Paul Winfield, who played his father, Richard Franklin - also an actor I really liked, and who also died too young.
To absent friends, in memory still bright.
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