Nicol Williamson has died. I'll remember him always as the brilliant, tricksy, wise Merlin in John Boorman's wonderful EXCALIBUR.
I once visited Boorman at The Glebe, his place in Ireland. He told me that Williamson hadn't been able to make sense of his character until the costume designer made his odd little silver skullcap. Then the whole character came to him.
And Laurence Olivier never felt he had a character until he'd designed the right nose.
Goodbye, old wizard. May She treat you well in the Summerlands.
