Adios, Gazzara. You were that inimitable combination of suave and grit that we ladies love. Be it Cosmo Vitelli or Jackie Treehorn, you live on immortal in the rocks glass & chain smoke -habits to keep the mind at bay, in the glinting hedonist’s eye, heart shaped jacuzzis, 12 cheap suits, and the sad-eyed floozy; late night glory or sweet morning regret; yours was a universal vulnerability and a strength not ever once brute.
Not beat, just down, A-men.
