About an hour after this photo was taken in 2004, up pulled a huge stretch limousine and out popped the devilish Tony Curtis, forever young. A sidewalk full of admirers and fans immediately surrounded him. It was fun watching Curtis work the crowd. Edging in, I asked for his autograph. Only … I don’ t collect autographs. It just seemed like the right thing to do. I told him it was for my mother. So he signed with a flourish: “Dear Mom … Love, Tony Curtis.”
Curtis was a real movie star, a huge one, who labored, lived, and loved in old Hollywood. Adieu!
- Dave Kehr’s obituary for Curtis in the New York Times.