We are running dangerously short of celebrities: Karl Malden — renowned actor on the postwar New York stage and versatile, memorable cinematic supporting player, an Oscar-winner for A Streetcar Named Desire and known for his enormous tuberous nose, "the biggest nose in the history of the face", as Foster Hirsch said — has been cruelly taken from us at age 97.
Here at the L we've been scrambling, first to confirm the news and now to throw our thoughts and memories together into some coverage that might in some way reflect what the man, and his passing, mean to us and to the world. Laudatory but clear-eyed, we've decided to divide up Malden's career highlights into The Good (his nose), The Bad (his nose), and The Weird (his nose).
Ok but seriously now, he was an actor's actor held in uniformly high regard by costars and directors, and he filled on as many margins of the American cinema as anybody. Everybody in On the Waterfront got their big scene; here's his after the jump.
He is survived by his wife of 70 years, the former Mona Greenberg, as well as his two daughters, three grandchildren and four great-grandchildren.