Gene Hackman was more than an everyman: An Appreciation

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NEW YORK (AP) — One of the greatest American actors of the 20th century was voted “least likely to succeed” by his first theater school, wasn’t a star until he was 40 and possessed a face he once described as “your everyday mineworker.”

Gene Hackman, a 6-foot-2 ex-Marine from Danville, Illinois, and a self-described “big lummox kind of person,” was as hard to define an actor as he was an unlikely star. “Everyman” was the most common label for Hackman, but even that seems to fall short for a performer capable of such volcanic intensity, such danger.

“He’s one of the ones who are willing to plunge their arm into the fire as far as it can go,’’ said Arthur Penn, who directed him in three films, including the one that earned Hackman his first Oscar nomination, “Bonnie and Clyde.”

Hackman was found dead alongside his wife, Betsy Arakawa, and their dog in their Santa Fe, New Mexico, home, authorities said Thursday. He was 95.

Hackman’s death, mourned across the film industry, renewed an old conundrum: How do you describe Gene Hackman? It was never one, easy-to-pinpoint thing that epitomized the actor. It was the totality of his live-wire screen presence. His characters were so real, you could have sworn they walked in right off the street.

Like Jimmy “Popeye” Doyle. Though one of Hackman’s defining roles, in William Friedkin’s “The French Connection,” Hackman initially recoiled from the character’s violence and racism. But in Hackman’s hands, Popeye Doyle was a gritty artifact of real life. Guys like this exist. Whether a character was sympathetic or not didn’t enter into it.

“That’s not important to me,” Hackman once said. “I want to make you believe this could be a human being.”

Across an incredible array of movies — “The Conversation,” “Night Moves,” The Poseidon Adventure,” “Mississippi Burning,” “Hoosiers,” “The Birdcage,” “The Royal Tenenbaums” — Hackman was, unfailingly, real. At the time of his death, it had been more than two decades since Hackman retired from acting. But time has done nothing to diminish the pugnacious rage, or the sweet sensitivity, of Hackman’s finest performances.

“American movies have always had certain kinds of self-styled actors who shouldn’t be stars but are,” Penn said. “Gene is in the company of Bogart, Tracy, and Cagney.”

That he seemed so comfortable far away from Hollywood only furthered the mythology of Hackman, who never showed even a little bit of interest in celebrity. In 2001, Hackman told The Los Angeles Times he wasn’t sure where his Oscar statues were. “Maybe they’re packed somewhere,” he said.

“If you look at yourself as a star you’ve already lost something in the portrayal of any human being,” Hackman told The New York Times in 1989. “I need to wear that hair shirt. I need to keep myself on the edge and keep as pure as possible.”

The nature of that edge propelled Hackman through a blazing career that compressed movie star and character actor into one. Hackman sometimes spoke about the source of his drive. His father left when he was 13, departing with only a wave to his son who watched him go from a friend’s yard.

“It was a real adios,” Hackman told Vanity Fair. “It was so precise. Maybe that’s why I became an actor. I doubt I would have become so sensitive to human behavior if that hadn’t happened to me as a child — if I hadn’t realized how much one small gesture can mean.”

Hackman’s youth was spent drifting. He quit high school after a blow-up with his basketball coach — an ironic beginning for an actor whose Norman Dale in “Hoosiers” is probably the quintessential hardwood mentor in movies. He joined the Marines at 16. He was a poor Marine, he said, who chafed at authority.

Years later when he was a doorman in New York, Hackman’s old drill instructor walked by and muttered that he was “a sorry son of a bitch.” Hackman resolved to redouble his efforts to make it as an actor. Maybe more than anything, he was fueled by an “I’ll show you” attitude.

“It was like me against them,” Hackman later said, “and in some way, unfortunately, I still feel that way.”

Together with Robert Duvall and Dustin Hoffman (a friend from the Pasadena Playhouse, where their classmates named them both “least likely to succeed”), Hackman spent years working day jobs in New York while hustling for acting gigs.

“Our affectation was anti-establishment,” Hoffman said. “‘Making it’ meant staying pure, not selling out. ‘Making it’ meant doing the work.”

All of that living, coupled with Hackman’s resistance to anything peripheral, led to one of the great acting runs of the 1970s.

Foremost in that streak was Francis Ford Coppola’s “The Conversation” (1974). The role of surveillance expert Harry Caul, who overhears a murder, is unique in Hackman’s filmography. Coppola had first wanted Marlon Brando for the part, and you can understand why Hackman wouldn’t be your first instinct.

Hackman called Caul “a constipated character” — everything in him is churning below the surface and never comes out in any kind of release beyond melancholy saxophone playing while sitting in an apartment torn apart by paranoia. It’s a straightjacket of a role for a loose-cannon actor, and it showed how Hackman can simmer without coming to a boil.

After 1973’s “The Scarecrow,” one of Hackman’s personal favorites, he reteamed with Penn for 1975’s “Night Moves,” which, like “The Conversation,” remains definitive of ’70s New Hollywood. Hackman plays a classic archetype, a Los Angeles gumshoe, filtered through a different time and mood. Hackman’s private eye, Harry Moseby, finds little moral clarity in a missing-persons case where any heroism, including his own, is hard to find. Malaise reigns.

Hackman wasn’t just a 1970s leading man, though, and some of his less typical performances highlight his limitless range.

For an actor bristling head to toe with defiance to authority, he could be brilliant at embodying it. That’s true of his stubborn submarine captain Frank Ramsey in “Crimson Tide” (1995) — a performance that, like Hackman’s in “The French Connection,” is shaded with racism. It’s also true of his close-minded Republican Senator Kevin Keeley in “The Birdcage” (1996), who enters the movie an up-tight homophobe and leaves it, bewildered, dressed in drag and singing “We Are Family.”

But one of Hackman’s most all-encompassing roles was also his last major one. In Wes Anderson’s “The Royal Tenenbaums” (2001) Hackman gave arguably the finest comedic performance of the 21st century. His Royal Tenenbaum is an absent father, an unrepentant liar, a jealous scoundrel and a total delight. It’s the liveliest swan song you’ve ever seen.

In the glint of Royal’s eye, Hackman’s own zest for life comes through. (Outside of acting, Hackman wrote novels, raced cars and restored homes.) Before taking them on a city-wide escape scored to Paul Simon’s “Me and Julio (Down by the Schoolyard),” he tells his grandchildren to worry less and go have some fun: “I’m talking about taking it out and chopping it up.”

You couldn’t memorialize Hackman anymore than you could Royal. The Tenenbaum patriarch’s very fictious, self-penned gravestone read: “Died tragically saving his family from the wreckage of a destroyed sinking battleship.” Accurate? No. But close enough.