RIP Maggie Smith - share favourite/memorable roles & quotes

Her Sixty Minutes interview:
 
The Honey Pot, based loosely but explicitly on Ben Jonson's Volpone. Smith is hardly shown in this trailer, but cast against Rex Harrison, Susan Hayward, Cliff Robertson, Cappucine, and Edie Adams, she manages to steal every scene she is in and a whole lot more.

A young Professor McGonagall meets a mature Professor Higgins.
I have this on DVD -- I hope it's still in good shape. I've been noticing lately (and I've heard from other people) that a lot of Warner Archive DVDs have not held up. Some sort of flaw in the manufacturing. But at any rate, it's a movie worth having, with Dame Maggie, as so often, being the glue that held the whole thing together.
 
Sister act was just amazing


"For the next five hours, Maggie sat with me and let me talk her ear off, telling stories about my mom, my growing-up years, and my brother. We laughed a lot,” she wrote. "I don’t know if I was in shock. I had never been in shock before. I don’t think I cried. I didn’t feel anything except a big wave of kindness from Maggie."


Goldberg added, "I’ve got to say, she is one of those people for whom I would do anything. Anything Maggie Smith needs, I got her covered.”


 
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CBS feature circa 2001:

 
The Prime of Miss Jean Brodie in its entirety is on YouTube.

That's the first time I remember seeing Maggie Smith and it's the movie I think of when I think of her.
 
The Prime of Miss Jean Brodie in its entirety is on YouTube.

You know she was incredible in that but I did not remember that Pamela Franklin stood toe to toe with her in that film. Two brilliant performances imho...
 
“What is a weekend?” My fave Lady Grantham quote. Also love Maggie in Prime of MJB, movies about older folks moving to India, and one I believe she was in, about a grandma who got revenge on kids who bullied her grandkid.
 
Thanks you for posting this article link, @Vagabond! :)

Excerpt from the end:
But my favourite memories of Maggie are of her just sitting in our kitchen telling stories. When she’d come to our house for Sunday lunch, no one would leave the table. You didn’t want to miss a word: it was living history, something you knew you should savour. I remember someone saying that Vanessa Redgrave had sprained her elbow. “How?” asked one of the other guests. “Acting,” drawled Maggie, those eyes narrowing. Everyone collapsed. Her comic timing was flawless. One Sunday, a fellow guest was the esteemed European director Ivo van Hove, who Maggie immediately re-named “Ivo van Hove near Brighton”.

In 1998, her beloved husband, the playwright Beverley Cross, died. Robert and I went to his funeral and then back to Maggie’s house in Chelsea. Somehow, I found myself in a room alone with her. We weren’t yet close, but I just sat with her, holding her hand, in silence. She loved him so much and felt so vulnerable.

Six years later, my mother died. Robert was in Sydney with Maggie producing a production of Talking Heads. He flew home for one day to come to my mother’s funeral and then the next morning we went back to Australia together. Once I was there, it was Maggie who held my hand.

The last time she called Robert was from a care home, where she was recuperating from an operation. Maggie joked about how being there reminded her of his mother’s own terrible behaviour when she was in a similar place. I shall never forget the look of love on Robert’s face as they spoke.

I shall miss Maggie very much, who her beloved sons, Toby and Chris, and their families, shared so generously with the world. To know her was to feel the most enormous sense of privilege, to have been in the orbit of someone so talented, complex and unique. I shall never meet another person like her. We are all much poorer for her loss.
 

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