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He aged without retreating, letting time carve itself into his face and then offering that history to every role. In an era obsessed with transformation, he proved that the most radical act is to remain truthful. No scandals, no reinventions, just decades of work that ask us to lean in and really look. Now, when the lights go down, what remains are performances that keep breathing back at us, long after the man himself has gone.

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