George Peabody Macready Jr.
| Sign | Virgo |
| Born | Aug 29, 1899 Providence, RI |
| Died | Jul 2, 1973 Los Angeles, CA |
| Age | Died at 73 |
George Macready | |
| Job | Actor |
| Years active | 1942-1971 |
| Top Roles | Joe Manion, Leo Kingship, Younger Miles, Dutch Army Captain, Count Paul Rona |
| Top Genres | Drama, Adventure, Action, Romance, Crime, War |
| Top Topics | World War II, Book-Based, Swashbucklers |
| Top Collaborators | Harry Joe Brown (Producer), Randolph Scott, Kirk Douglas, Joseph Kane (Director) |
| Shares birthday with | Ingrid Bergman, Preston Sturges, Richard Attenborough see more.. |
George Macready Overview:
Character actor, George Macready, was born George Peabody Macready Jr. on Aug 29, 1899 in Providence, RI. Macready died at the age of 73 on Jul 2, 1973 in Los Angeles, CA .
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George Macready was noted as one of America's most distinctive villains -- a blond, blue-eyed death's head of a man with an aristocratic sneer on the upper lip. Macready created a whole range of polished, distinguished nasties and scoundrels, nearly all with a civilized veneer (1946, Gilda, 1964, Dead Ringer). He died from emphysema just after retirement.
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George Macready Quotes:
Morgan Vallin:
[Allegro puts crumpled newspapers just inside the door of his room, and he also turns off the lamps so the main switch can't turn them on. This is to give him a warning in case Vallin tries to come into the room. Vallin does try to come in, carrying a bow and arrow, and he makes noise walking on the newspapers] That's a smart trick, Mr. Allegro.
[He flips the light switch, but the lights don't come on]
Morgan Vallin: And that's another smart trick. Are you there, John Allegro? Of course you are, and you know I'd use the sound of your voice to judge your position. Grudgingly, my respect for you mounts, Johnny. Good night. I'll see you in the morning.
Rev. Thomas Garfield: You've changed, Joseph.
Joseph Foster: How?
Rev. Thomas Garfield: Well, your clothes, for one thing.
Joseph Foster: Oh, well, what are clothes?
Rev. Thomas Garfield: And there are rumors about you and Miss Allen. I know I shouldn't mention them, or the story that you and Martha are estranged. Is it true?
Joseph Foster: Well, in a way... What's my personal trouble got to do with it?
Rev. Thomas Garfield: They're all indications of change. Then there's the influence that this Nick Beal seems to have over you.
Joseph Foster: Influence, nothing. He loaned me some money and I'll pay it back, and that's all.
Rev. Thomas Garfield: I wonder. Have you signed anything with him, any sort of contract?
Joseph Foster: Of course not. What are you driving at?
Rev. Thomas Garfield: I don't know exactly, but there's something strange about him, something eerie.
Joseph Foster: It's a pose to impress people.
Rev. Thomas Garfield: How did he get out of your house the night we were there? Why was he afraid to read the Bible?
Joseph Foster: Are you serious?
Rev. Thomas Garfield: I know I can't be, but I am. And there's another thing - somewhere I've seen a portrait of him, a medieval drawing or woodcut. I'm trying to remember where.
Joseph Foster: A drawing as what?
Rev. Thomas Garfield: Lucifer.
Joseph Foster: We're in the 20th century, Tom. Nobody's believed in such things since the Salem witch burnings. Besides, aren't there a few items missing? Where's the tail and the horns? Where's the smell of sulfur and brimstone? And where's the contract you're talking about, signed in blood and promising the delivery of one slightly used soul?
Rev. Thomas Garfield: Maybe the devil knows it's the 20th century too, Joseph.
Mrs. Hughes: [after interviewing Julia for a live-in secretarial position] She's perfect.
Ralph Hughes: There's even a small resemblance.
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[He flips the light switch, but the lights don't come on]
Morgan Vallin: And that's another smart trick. Are you there, John Allegro? Of course you are, and you know I'd use the sound of your voice to judge your position. Grudgingly, my respect for you mounts, Johnny. Good night. I'll see you in the morning.
Rev. Thomas Garfield: You've changed, Joseph.
Joseph Foster: How?
Rev. Thomas Garfield: Well, your clothes, for one thing.
Joseph Foster: Oh, well, what are clothes?
Rev. Thomas Garfield: And there are rumors about you and Miss Allen. I know I shouldn't mention them, or the story that you and Martha are estranged. Is it true?
Joseph Foster: Well, in a way... What's my personal trouble got to do with it?
Rev. Thomas Garfield: They're all indications of change. Then there's the influence that this Nick Beal seems to have over you.
Joseph Foster: Influence, nothing. He loaned me some money and I'll pay it back, and that's all.
Rev. Thomas Garfield: I wonder. Have you signed anything with him, any sort of contract?
Joseph Foster: Of course not. What are you driving at?
Rev. Thomas Garfield: I don't know exactly, but there's something strange about him, something eerie.
Joseph Foster: It's a pose to impress people.
Rev. Thomas Garfield: How did he get out of your house the night we were there? Why was he afraid to read the Bible?
Joseph Foster: Are you serious?
Rev. Thomas Garfield: I know I can't be, but I am. And there's another thing - somewhere I've seen a portrait of him, a medieval drawing or woodcut. I'm trying to remember where.
Joseph Foster: A drawing as what?
Rev. Thomas Garfield: Lucifer.
Joseph Foster: We're in the 20th century, Tom. Nobody's believed in such things since the Salem witch burnings. Besides, aren't there a few items missing? Where's the tail and the horns? Where's the smell of sulfur and brimstone? And where's the contract you're talking about, signed in blood and promising the delivery of one slightly used soul?
Rev. Thomas Garfield: Maybe the devil knows it's the 20th century too, Joseph.
Mrs. Hughes: [after interviewing Julia for a live-in secretarial position] She's perfect.
Ralph Hughes: There's even a small resemblance.
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