
Charles Durning died this week at the age of 89, and while you probably remember him as a veteran “that guy” actor from such roles as incumbent governor Pappy O’Daniel in O Brother Where Art Thou, or Waring Hudsucker in The Hudsucker Proxy (just to name a couple), it turns out he was also kind of a badass who lived a crazy life.
I’ve put some facts about him into bullet-point form, but only because I couldn’t put them into bayonet form. You’ll see.
- Durning was one of 10 siblings. His father died when he was 12, and he lost five sisters to smallpox and scarlet fever. FIVE. Yes, they were Irish.
- He got his start in show business as a teen, working as a burlesque theater usher in Buffalo, and when one of the comedians was too drunk to go on, Durning took his place.
- Durning fought in the first wave of the Normandy invasion and was the only member of his army unit to survive. He killed several Germans and was wounded in the leg by an enemy mine.
- After recuperating, Durning returned to active service in 1944, at one point getting bayoneted by a German in hand-to-hand combat, eventually overwhelming him and killing him with a rock. Yes, “once killed a Nazi with a rock” was an actual true thing you could say about Charles Durning.
- Durning was captured by the Nazis at the Battle of the Bulge, and narrowly survived a prisoner massacre. He was eventually awarded the Silver Star, three Purple Hearts, and the Légion d’honneur from the French consul in Los Angeles.
- Despite being a fat guy, he had worked as a dance instructor, and even met his first wife at a dance studio.
- His breakout role came in the Tony-winning play That Championship Season in 1972, when Durning was already 49

Although he portrayed everyone from blustery public officials to comic foils to put-upon everymen, Durning may be best remembered by movie audiences for his Oscar-nominated, over-the-top role as a comically corrupt governor in 1982′s The Best Little Whorehouse in Texas.
The year after Best Little Whorehouse, Durning received another Oscar nomination, for his portrayal of a bumbling Nazi officer in Mel Brooks’ To Be or Not to Be. He was also nominated for a Golden Globe as the harried police lieutenant in 1975′s Dog Day Afternoon.
Dozens of notable portrayals followed. He was the would-be suitor of Dustin Hoffman, posing as a female soap opera star in Tootsie; the infamous seller of frog legs in The Muppet Movie; and Chief Brandon in Warren Beatty’s Dick Tracy. He played Santa Claus in four different movies made for television and was the pope in the TV film I Would be Called John: Pope John XXIII.
In any case, rest in peace, Charles Durning, a man so badass his real epitaph sh*ts on Royal Tenebaum’s fake one.




This is a bummer. I’m gonna fry up some flapjacks and bake a mess o’ biscuits in his honor.
couple. just to name a couple.
because two films is a couple and not a few.
bullshit
Sad and empty are things that comment makes your life seem, just to name a few.
Fair enough. Believe it or not, I do appreciate these grammar nitpicks. Except when it’s people saying I can’t end a sentence with a preposition, because that’s a bullshit rule that I choose to ignore.
“A couple is two” is alright, but let’s not get into “some is three,” “a few is four,” “a bunch is five,” “a passle is six,” “a shitload is seven,” etc.
OK, but “fuckton” is no less than twenty,
It’s not the grammar correction that’s objectionable, it’s the 20 pounds of shitty attitude that came with it.
Metric Fuckton is 20. Freedom-loving Fuckton is 24 or more.
Tarantino is 75% sure he wrote this man into being.
I take off my hat (and subsequently hit a nitwit son o’ mine wit’ it) in his honor.
I hope his tombstone calls the reader a “soft-headed sumbitch”
At least we’ve still got David Huddleston and Wilford Brimley around.
Ooh, Vince. I want to end YOUR sentence in a preposition.
Wow. A rare sighting of the standupus mexicanus.
Now I’m thinking about how lame my obituary will be. “Had the top comment on several youtube videos and also once edited the Chris Gaines wikipedia page to say he was born on top of a mountain during a meteor shower.”
Weep not for CD. He’s in a better place, chilling with his sisters and arm wrestling God for Jager shots.
Dog Day Afternoon, by the way, kicks much ass. One of the great movies of the 70′s.
A decent sumbitch.
I is Charles Durning’s constichency.
Durning is my favorite “beloved old actor was a scary motherfucker”. My second is Pat Hingle, who fell a few stories down a fucking elevator shaft and survived.
my grandma fell 10 stories down an elevator shaft and survived, she was 65, she burned her hands by grabbing the elevator cable, and broke her legs and coxis when she hit the elevator. she used a wheelchair for a couple years then after rehabilitation she got a prostetic leg and walked again. Also my grandpa ran the 10 stories down the stairs, he had a pacemaker so both of them could have died that day and they didn´t. he died 5 years later but she´s still alive.
I will eat a bowl of cherries in his honor.
Holy shit. RIP. I was just trying to rephrase “what a man” in my mind and now Salt-n-Pepa is stuck in my head. I couldn’t even pay tribute to this guy without fucking it up like the pathetic millennial pantywaist that I am.
Always enjoyed when this man popped onscreen.
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Best Little Whorehouse In Texas.
Basically, Durning was Christopher Walken doing the Fatboy Slim video before Christopher Walken did the Fatboy Slim video.
RIP Doc Hopper. You were a lousy frog, but a heck of a villain.