When Harry Dean Stanton, cinema’s perennial drifter, finally drifted off this earth in 2017, aged ninety one, there were few eulogies, no mariachi bands lamenting his passing, and not many column inches. In death it seemed he was still Hollywood’s outsider, tagged with the reductive label “character actor” . With his craggy, lean face andContinue reading “Harry’s Last Hurrah: Lucky”