The last time he was seen visiting was on Sunday night (July 29, 2012).
We were in two different worlds - him in America, me in France - but we had friends in common. We saw each other sometimes over the course of four years. But then, the day we found each other in Paris, we were both in the same world and free and it was just instant. There was no more time to waste - just no way around it.
“The tragic loss of this great legend, this warrior, is too shocking for words. He was family. He was the first producer that I ever experienced actually producing. He would shield the filmmaker from all unnecessary distractions and delicately build an actor’s confidence on a daily basis. An incredibly strong and vital force on and off set, with a genuine kindness toward everyone, regardless of their position. He was the last of a breed. My condolences to his dear wife, Lili, whom he adored, and to his family, who meant the world to him. You will forever be in our thoughts, Dear Richard.” - Johnny Depp
“I’m in shock and heartbroken at the news of Richard Zanuck’s passing. He was like family to me - a mentor, friend and father figure. Richard was a completely unique and amazing individual and there will never be anyone else like him. I’m too sad to speak more about it right now and need some time to mourn.” - Tim Burton
RIP Richard Zanuck (1934-2012)
Vanessa Paradis house hunting in Beverly Hills, May 24th.
one of the most perfect things I’ve ever read.
I literally sobbed when reading this. Completely speechless.
This nearly makes me cry every time I see it…
Hello, Dad… You know I remember a lifetime ago, when I was about 3 1/2 feet tall, weighing all of 60 pounds, but every inch your son. I remember those Saturday mornings going to work with my dad, we’d climb into that big green truck. I thought that truck… was the biggest truck in the universe pop. I remember how important the job we did was, how if it wasn’t for us, people would freeze to death. I thought you were the strongest man in the world. And remember those home videos when mom would dress up like Loretta Young, barbeques and football games, ice cream, playing with the Tuna. And when I left for California only to come home with the FBI chasing me, and that FBI agent Trout had to kneel down to put my boots on and you said, “That’s where you belong you son of a bitch, puttin on Georgie’s boots.” That was a good one pop, you remember that. And remember that time when you told me that money wasn’t real. Well old man, I’m 42 years old, and I finally realize what you were trying to tell me, so many years ago. I finally understand. Your the best, pop, just wish I could have done more for you, wish we had more time. Anyway, may the wind always be at your back, and the sun always upon your face, and may the wings of destiny carry you aloft to dance with the stars. I love you, Dad. Love George.