Robert Duvall didn’t belong to any era of Hollywood. He preceded New Hollywood, thrived in it, and outlasted it. He was a Mafia lawyer, a surfing colonel, a ruthless network executive, a country drunk, a Pentecostal preacher, a Texas Ranger. In none of them could you find the seams. He never gave you a “Duvall performance.” He delivered a character, and then he disappeared.
Duvall died Sunday at his home in rural Virginia, with his wife Luciana at his side. He was 95.






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