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Shoumojit Banerjee

27 August 2024 at 9:57:52 am

Robert Duvall: The Screen’s ‘Quiet American’ of Unshowy Greatness

Robert Duvall (1931-2026) Robert Duvall, who has died aged 95, was one of the last great craftsmen of American cinema. A man of many faces, he was, like his contemporary Gene Hackman, an ‘actor’s actor’ in every sense of the term. Duvall was admired not for volatility, glamour or visible virtuosity, but for something rarer and harder to teach - an instinct for truth. With absolute integrity to his craft, Duvall inhabited his roles in his long and varied six-decade career. His greatest...

Robert Duvall: The Screen’s ‘Quiet American’ of Unshowy Greatness

Robert Duvall (1931-2026) Robert Duvall, who has died aged 95, was one of the last great craftsmen of American cinema. A man of many faces, he was, like his contemporary Gene Hackman, an ‘actor’s actor’ in every sense of the term. Duvall was admired not for volatility, glamour or visible virtuosity, but for something rarer and harder to teach - an instinct for truth. With absolute integrity to his craft, Duvall inhabited his roles in his long and varied six-decade career. His greatest performances never saw him announce his brilliance – although Duvall could be volatile and edgy when the role demanded it; rather, he let his brilliance accumulate throughout the film, often in his pregnant silences. Often, it was only by the end of a scene - or sometimes only at the end of a film - you realised you had been watching a master at work. Born on January 5, 1931, in San Diego, California, Duvall came of age at a time when American acting was undergoing a quiet revolution. He trained at the Neighborhood Playhouse in New York under Sanford Meisner, absorbing a discipline that prized listening over performing, and behaviour over effect. While Gregory Peck, of course, is inseparable from ‘To Kill a Mockingbird’ (1962), Duvall’s wordless film debut – where he gives an almost spectral performance as ‘Boo Radley’ is no less memorable. Emerging hesitantly from the shadows at the film’s end, he embodied gentleness, fear, and moral grace. It was a performance built almost entirely from stillness, giving us a clue to the brilliant craftsman of the future. He appeared in several iconic films of the 1960s, giving memorable and highly regarded performances that left a deep impression. He went on to face big John Wayne in ‘True Grit’ (1969) while appearing in George Lucas’s austere dystopian debut ‘THX 1138’ (1971) - a product of late-1960s countercultural anxieties about surveillance, conformity and technological control. Even then, Duvall gravitated towards material that challenged form and expectation. He came into his own in the 1970s - the last great decade of American filmmaking. Classed with contemporaries like Gene Hackman, his close friend James Caan, Al Pacino, Dustin Hoffman and Robert De Niro, Duvall was part of a generation that displaced the old studio-star system with something rawer and more inward-looking. Duvall’s most famous roles came in his collaborations with Francis Ford Coppola, who first cast him alongside James Caan in the wonderful 'The Rain People' (1969). An early indicator of Coppola’s prodigious talents, the film was also a fine showcase for Duvall and Caan This collaboration reached its apotheosis with ‘The Godfather.’ Based on Mario Puzo’s 1969 bestseller, the film, made under pressure-cooker condition, saw Coppola, Duvall and Caan - along with Pacino - rise to dizzying heights while Marlon Brando, after a decade-long slump, made a grand Oscar-winning comeback. As the lawyer Tom Hagen, the adopted son of Don Vito Corleone (Brando) and the family’s consigliere, Duvall was the moral centre of cinema’s most famous gangland saga. As against the flashier, more operatic turns of Brando, Pacino, Caan and later de Niro, Duvall shaded his role with a rationality, an intelligence and a quiet sadness, making him indispensable to the saga’s emotional architecture. He reprised the role in ‘The Godfather, Part II’ (1974) - one of the rare sequels to equal and arguably surpass its predecessor. Duvall’s versatility was staggering, and he essayed not just contemporary American ‘urban’ roles but ranged across genres, from period pieces to crime dramas to Westerns. Unlike contemporaries such as Pacino or Jack Nicholson, he refused to be straightjacketed into contemporary urban roles. In the ‘The Seven-Per-Cent Solution’ (1976), he played a warm Dr Watson opposite Nicol Williamson’s manic Sherlock Holmes in an endearingly eccentric film that starred Alan Arkin as Sigmund Freud and Laurence Olivier as Professor Moriarty – Holmes’ arch-nemesis. That same year, Duvall starred in ‘The Eagle Has Landed,’ which saw him as a German colonel cooking up an elaborate plot to kidnap Winston Churchill. Based on Jack Higgins’ fanciful WW2 adventure, Duvall gave a solid performance, playing alongside stalwarts Michael Caine and Donald Sutherland. His powerful presence elevated several uneven but intriguing films. In ‘Joe Kidd’ (1972), he played a ruthless land baron opposite Clint Eastwood’s minimalist anti-hero, embodying the corporate villainy that had begun to replace old frontier lawlessness. In the revisionist Western, ‘The Great Northfield Minnesota Raid’ (also 1972), Duvall’s exuberant performance as ‘Cole Younger’ captured the chaotic energy of a genre in transition. In Sam Peckinpah’s flawed but fascinating ‘The Killer Elite’ (1975), Duvall locked horns once again with Caan in a Cold War thriller marked by paranoia and betrayal. Two performances in the 1970s reveal the full moral bandwidth of Duvall’s acting. ‘Tomorrow’ (1972) and ‘Apocalypse Now (1979) - films that could not be more different in scale, tone or ambition. In ‘Tomorrow,’ adapted from a William Faulkner novella, Duvall, in an unforgettably austere performance, carried the entire film through voice and presence alone while in ‘Apocalypse Now,’ Francis Coppola’s hallucinatory Vietnam epic that transposed Conrad’s ‘Heart of Darkness,’ he delivered one of cinema’s most quoted lines – “I love the smell of napalm in the morning.” As Lt. Col. Bill Kilgore, Duvall’s brilliantly scary performance encapsulated the madness of Vietnam. His scene-stealing ability, no matter what the size of the role, was in full display in the multiple Oscar-winning ‘Network’ (1976) – Sidney Lumet’s febrile and black media satire that seems all too real today. Duvall was explosive as the television executive Frank Hackett, more than holding his own against the supreme performances of Peter Finch, William Holden and Faye Dunaway. Duvall’s long-overdue Oscar came with ‘Tender Mercies’ (1983) - a quiet, spiritual drama rooted in American country music traditions. As Mac Sledge, a broken-down singer seeking redemption, Duvall gave a performance of extraordinary humility. Though celebrated for restraint, Duvall could be edgy when required, as in Denis Hopper’s crime-police procedural ‘Colors’ (1988) where he played a veteran Los Angeles cop hardened by gang warfare and institutional cynicism and in ‘Falling Down’ (1993), where Duvall anchored the film’s moral universe as a near-retirement Los Angeles police sergeant, his quiet professionalism and lived-in decency exposing Michael Douglas’s meltdown in a film that was an early cinematic reckoning with white male grievance. Two of Duvall’s most audacious performances came in films he effectively carried on his own shoulders, earning him Best Actor Oscar nominations while revealing his penchant for creative risk-taking. In ‘The Great Santini’ (1979), adapted from Pat Conroy’s novel, Duvall played a tyrannical Marine Corps fighter pilot whose corrosive authority poisons his family life. Set against the rigid masculinity of Cold War-era military culture, Duvall’s ‘Bull Meechum’ was terrifying not because he was a monster, but because he was recognisably human - charismatic, disciplined, and emotionally illiterate. It was one of the rare portrayals of authoritarian fatherhood that neither excused nor sensationalised its damage. Nearly two decades later, the 66-year-old Duvall delivered an even more remarkable performance with ‘The Apostle’ (1997), a film he wrote and directed as well. As Sonny Dewey, a disgraced Pentecostal preacher reinventing himself as ‘The Apostle E.F.,’ Duvall’s performance - rambling, impassioned, funny and frightening by turns – perfectly captured the uneasy overlap between spiritual conviction and moral blindness. Unlike his contemporaries, Duvall turned in quality performances even in his 70s and well into his 80s, receiving Best Supporting Oscar nominations for ‘A Civil Action’ (1998) and ‘The Judge’ (2014) at the age of 84. His late career turn is Westerns were no less astonishing. In 2003’s ‘Open Range,’ directed by and co-starring Kevin Costner, Duvall played Boss Spearman, an ageing free-grazier whose moral code is as worn as his saddle. It was a performance of immense gravity, shorn of any romanticism. Likewise, his celebrated turn as the cattle baron ‘Gus’ McCrae in the stupendous miniseries ‘Lonesome Dove’ (1989), was loquacious and humorous on the surface, but beneath it lay an acute awareness of time, decay and consequence. It was an apposite summation of Robert Duvall’s varied screen roles. From ‘The Godfather’ to ‘Open Range,’ Duvall never played the myth. He played the man who had survived it.

Choking Mumbai

For decades, Mumbai was perceived as a rare urban oasis, where the saline sweep of the Arabian Sea blunted the worst ravages of India's air pollution. That illusion has now been dispelled. A meticulous four-year study by Respirer Living Sciences (RLS), using data from its AtlasAQ platform, reveals the bleak truth that the city’s air is thick with pollutants all year round, with no ‘clean season’ left.


Mumbai’s annual average levels of PM10 (particulate matter ten microns or less in diameter) have consistently breached the national safety threshold of 60 micrograms per cubic metre (μg/m³). This is not merely a seasonal malaise tied to cooler winter months, as once assumed. Alarmingly, the city’s pollution levels persist even through the hot season, a time when improved atmospheric dispersion should offer natural reprieve.


Across the city - from Chakala in Andheri East to Deonar, Kurla, Vile Parle West and Mazgaon - pollution has become an unrelenting, ubiquitous presence.


The culprits are well known: traffic emissions from a burgeoning number of vehicles; unregulated dust from frenzied construction; industrial activity in and around the ports; and a conspicuous lack of dust control measures. Mumbai’s ceaseless growth now risks becoming a chronic liability.


Worryingly, the regulatory response remains sluggish. Mumbai’s urban planning continues to treat clean air as a peripheral concern, not a foundational necessity. Development plans rarely integrate environmental impact assessments in a meaningful way.


A sharper, citywide strategy is urgently needed. Dust suppression rules at construction sites must be enforced strictly, with financial penalties for violators and incentives for best practices. Traffic management systems should be overhauled to ease congestion and encourage the use of public transport. Expansion of clean, reliable mass transit network needs to be urgently prioritised. In addition, comprehensive real-time air monitoring at the ward level should be deployed, enabling authorities to respond to localised pollution spikes swiftly rather than relying on citywide averages that conceal dangerous hotspots.


Longer-term, clean air targets must be hardwired into the city’s master planning and transport policies. Green buffers along major traffic corridors, stricter emission norms for commercial vehicles and incentives for rooftop gardens and urban afforestation could all play a part. Industrial zones near port areas should be subjected to rigorous air quality compliance measures, not token self-certifications. Private developers and large infrastructure firms, often among the worst offenders, must be made stakeholders in the clean air mission through binding regulations.


Mumbai’s commercial dynamism - as a magnet for migrants, entrepreneurs and investors - depends not just on glittering skyscrapers but on something far more basic: the ability to breathe. Unless clean air becomes an unshakeable priority, the city risks suffocating its own future. For a metropolis that prides itself on its resilience against terror attacks, monsoon floods and economic shocks, the real test will be whether it can muster the will to fight an invisible, pervasive enemy slowly corroding the lives of its 20 million citizens.

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