![]() This was the face that Quentin Tarantino chose in the 90s, with some inspiration, to play bail bondsman Max Cherry, the villains’ low-level functionary who falls for the beautiful Jackie Brown (played by Pam Grier): it was an intensely sympathetic, very old-school and unshowy masculine performance which earned Forster an Academy award nomination for best supporting actor. ![]() Or he could play the bad guy – or at any rate the ordinary guy who trafficked with the good and bad guys and whose studied, mysterious neutrality and emotional control would allow him to survive and come through. His all-American face grew to contain something enigmatic, unreadable, and yet beguiling: on the surface a millpond calm of competence and experience, the face of an authority figure – often a uniformed authority figure – who nevertheless knew about heartache and violence but could keep his own pain discreetly or gallantly under wraps. ![]() He started out looking like Alain Delon’s roughed-up elder brother later he came to be a coolly charismatic and distinctive American character actor who lent style and weight to any movie or TV show he was involved in. If ever an actor grew into his looks, it was Robert Forster, whose cleancut mainstream handsomeness evolved and cragged up over the forty-odd years of his career in film and TV into something that fascinated audiences and directors alike. ![]()
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