I’m not a massive James Bond fan – in fact, I think I’ve only ever seen Daniel Craig‘s first one, so I can’t really speak on the character’s legacy or which actor should or shouldn’t play him. One thing I can tell you is that while Liam Neeson is a great actor and certainly one you’d want to negotiate for your kidnapped child’s release in any film, I just cannot see him as James Bond. Close call, because he nearly was!
From the Hull Daily Mail:
“I was heavily courted, let’s put it that way, and I’m sure some other actors were too.
“It was about 18 or 19 years ago and my wife-to-be said, ‘If you play James Bond we’re not getting married’. And I had to take that on board because I did want to marry her.”
“There’s periods now in our New York residence when I hear the door opening, especially the first couple of years… anytime I hear that door opening, I still think I’m going to hear her.”
“It hits you. It’s like a wave. You just get this profound feeling of instability. The Earth isn’t stable anymore and then it passes and it becomes more infrequent, but I still get it sometimes.”
Ugh, how awful. I like Liam Neeson (well, that is to say, I don’t think about him much but he seems like a nice guy and really inoffensive) – here’s hoping he can somehow find some peace, though I don’t imagine you ever do in a situation like that. I don’t think I would, either.
March 8, 2014 at 12:30 pm by Jennifer
“I think I survived by running away some. Running away to work. That’s the weird thing about grief. You can’t prepare for it. You think you’re gonna cry and get it over with. You make those plans, but they never work. … It hits you in the middle of the night – well, it hits me in the middle of the night. I’m out walking. I’m feeling quite content. And it’s like suddenly, boom. It’s like you’ve just done that in your chest.”
Liam Neeson, who finally breaks his silence about his wife Natasha’s death (which happened TWO YEARS AGO if you can believe it), gives personal details to Esquire magazine about how he handled his wife’s untimely – and fatal – skiing accident. Natasha Richardson died shortly after suffering what was considered a run-of-the-mill head injury while skiing in Canada.
Ugh. Seriously? My heart completely breaks for this guy. Here you have one of the most singly talented male actors on the face of the earth, who so publicly loved his wife, his best friend, his admitted soul mate, only to have her taken away so suddenly. It’s a damned shame, and at the risk of getting all philosophical on your asses (’cause it just happens SO MUCH, I KNOW), tell your loved ones just how much you love them. Like, right now. Because you never do know what the next day, or even hour, will hold, and that’s a scary fucking thing to behold.
February 16, 2011 at 3:00 pm by Sarah
Authorities have released the transcripts to calls placed to emergency services by workers at the ski resort where actress Natasha Richardson fell and hit her head. The transcripts give a pretty detailed time line of what went on, noting that the resort staff called for an ambulance immediately after she took the spill, at about 1pm, but when medics arrived, there was no one to treat. Ten minutes later, the call was canceled because Richardson reportedly said she “felt fine” and refused treatment.
This is where the timeline gets a little confusing. The article says that two hours later, the resort again called 911 when Richardson began to complain of severe headaches. That would make it roughly 3:00. However, the article goes on to state that Richardson’s “vital signs were normal during the 4 p.m. ambulance ride on March 16.. she didn’t know where she was, what day it was or what had happened to her.”
It took an hour for the ambulance to get there? We also know that she was stabilized at a local hospital, but wasn’t transferred to the closest trauma center until 5:55 (almost two hours later). By the time she arrived at the trauma center at 6:38, her pupils were dilated and she was unresponsive.
I don’t know very much about emergency medical services or what kind of conditions they would have been operating in up on top of the mountain there, and far be it from be to give even the slightest inkling of possible credibility to a Fox News Outlet, but don’t those turnaround times seem a little slow?
March 28, 2009 at 4:02 pm by Kelly
A couple of Natasha Richardson stories for you to get the weekend started off right. And because, unlike the undertaker, the media hasn’t yet managed to suck every little bit of life’s blood from her cold, dead body.
I give it about another two weeks before she stops popping up on Morning Express with Robin Meade.
First, an Ohio couple is crediting Richardson with saving their daughter’s life. After the dad of the year whacked his daughter, Morgan, in the head with a baseball while playing in the yard, the 7-year-old got a goose egg on her temple. Her parents iced it down and the swelling went away. Their daughter seemed fine, so they didn’t think anything of it.
Three days later, they saw a story about Richardson on CNN, and noting how Natasha had seemed just fine after falling and hitting her head, the couple decided to take their daughter to the emergency room.
Turns out, the kid had the same injury as Richardson: an epidural hematoma.
Unlike Richardson’s, Morgan’s story has a happy ending. After surgery and five days in the hospital, she’s at home and doing fine. “Dr. Cohen told us that if we hadn’t brought her in Thursday night, she never would have woken up,” McCracken says.
Now the McCrackens sometimes wonder if they waited too long to get Morgan to a doctor. After hearing about Richardson’s death, many people are asking themselves the same question: Do all head injuries need attention, even ones that seem minor?
I once got elbowed in the forehead by a Thai guy named Tata while playing basketball in Japan. I’ll give you a tiny moment to process that before I move on.
A big ole tootsiepop-sized lump quickly erupted on my forehead. The swelling went down after a few hours, and after having to deal with the ignominy of a blackish/greenish eye for a few weeks, I was fine… OR WAS I??
Next time I say something reeeeeally offensive, you can blame it on the epidural hematoma talking. Unless it’s funny. In that case, I said it.
Secondly, some whackball kookjobs (and by whackball kookjobs, of course I mean The New York Post) are attempting to blame Richardson’s death on everyone’s favorite lovably laid back, backwards neighbor to the north: Canada. Specifically, they’re blaming it on the healthcare that is available in smaller Canadian towns like the one where Natasha went skiing.
Richardson died of an epidural hematoma — a bleeding artery between the skull and brain that compresses and ultimately causes fatal brain damage via pressure buildup. With prompt diagnosis by CT scan, and surgery to drain the blood, most patients survive.
Could Richardson have received this care? Where it happened in Canada, no. In many US resorts, yes.
The article goes on to say that the lack of “technology like CT scanners and quick access to specialists like neurosurgeons” may have caused what would have been a treatable condition in even the smallest of U.S. towns to become fatal.
But if Canadacare hadn’t killed Natasha, that little girl in Ohio would be dead by now!
Go throw your rock in a pond and think about that one for a while!
March 28, 2009 at 5:00 am by Kelly
Way to go, Natasha! When the beloved and respected actress was taken off life support last week, her family requested that her organs be donated to other patients whose lives they might save.
Organ donation “is very Natasha,” a family friend told People. “She spent so much time fighting the stigma of AIDS; someone like that would naturally donate her organs. At least by donating her organs something good could come out of [the tragedy].”
I agree! I’ve made clear to my family that, in the event of my death, they should totally tear me apart and use every possible part of me to improve or save someone else’s life. I mean, I’m dead, dude. I don’t need those parts anymore. It’s like a final gift you can leave to the world when you leave it. I think it’s awesome, and huge props to Natasha for making that decision.
As for her husband and her kids? They’re hanging in there, as much as anyone can in the face of such a tragedy. I’m sure they’re largely still in shock. “Liam is doing okay,” says family friend Blaine Trump. “It takes a while to absorb this. But he says the family needs to move forward. They will take it one step at a time.”
Liamn was expected to return to work on the Toronto set of his upcoming drama Chloe, and the boys were headed back to school. “With good friends by their side,” says Trump, “they will get through the tough days ahead.”
Thoughts and prayers are with his family that they find hope and strength in this horrible time!!!
March 25, 2009 at 2:19 pm by Evil Beet
Leave it to New Yorkers to honk at a departing hearse.
Saturday morning, a mahogany casket bearing the body of actress Natasha Richardson left the New York Townhouse where her wake had been held. Funeral arrangements have yet to be made, but they’re probably taking her to the funeral home. Having recently experienced a death in the family– where the viewing and funeral were both held in a church– I find it a bit weird to have a wake/viewing in someone’s townhouse. I’ve been to viewings in funeral homes and churches before, but never in someone’s house. I’m riddled with questions.
Does someone actually live in that town house? Or did they just rent it out for the wake? None of the news services say anything about whose home it is. I just can’t imagine having a dead body laid out in the living room right between the end tables and piles of old issues of Better Homes and Gardens.