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         tribute in the Around the World in 80 Days Almanac 
        described Robert Newton as "gifted," "sensitive," 
        "warm-hearted," and "rebellious." "He was a nonconformist," 
        it says, "his own man on and off the stage." In his book Bring 
        on the Empty Horses, David 
        Niven describes his friend "Bobbie" as "a brilliant 
        actor" and "a highly intelligent, erudite, kindly, and knowledgeable 
        man." He had a disrespect for petty authority and arrogance and an 
        outrageously off-beat sense of humor, yet he took his work seriously, 
        having a tendency to live his roles (sometimes publicly) when not performing 
        them on stage or screen. "Take care of your work first. Everything else 
        will be taken care of," was his philosophy, according to his High and 
        Mighty costar/roommate Robert Stack. In his spare time, he enjoyed 
        fishing, shooting, reading, walking, and cooking.  
      Sadly, Newton's career was hampered by alcoholism. 
        His reputation for drinking and unreliability eventually caused many directors 
        trepidation in hiring him. 
        In 
        1948, director David Lean found it a struggle to keep Newton's urge to 
        overact in check in Oliver Twist, but, thus reined in, Newton's 
        zeal resulted in what was probably the actor's second most memorable film 
        role. Ironically, Lean, who was known for his puritanical attitude towards 
        drinking and dislike of actors in general, had worked with Newton before 
        in This Happy Breed (the actor's first color film) and Major 
        Barbara and was quite fond of him. He once said:  
      
  
        I had a great weakness for Bobbie Newton. 
          He used to drink far too much. And when he had a couple of drinks, he 
          would speak the absolute truth, which could be horrifying. I remember 
          him talking to a friend of mine after lunch, when he'd had a couple 
          of drinks, and he leaned across the table and said, "Now I'm going 
          to tell you about you." And he did, bang, on the dot, you know. 
          Withering. He could be cruel, but what he said was undeniably true. 
          I loved him. 
       
      David Niven also said of Newton's drinking: 
        
        With just the right amount on board he could be fascinating 
          ... but once he had taken the extra one ... he changed gear and became 
          anything from unpredictable to a downright menace. ... His wife [and 
          friends] tried loyally and desperately to help him ... but his charm 
          was so great and, when he took only a couple of drinks, his entertainment 
          value was so spectacular that there was always some idiot who would 
          press him to take the fatal third and fourth. 
       
       Melvyn 
        Bragg points out other likely contributing factors in his biography of 
        another famous drinker, Richard Burton: A Life: "Alcoholism 
        was then barely acknowledged and certainly not a widespread and alarming 
        medical issue." Later, speaking of Newton, he adds, "It was 
        a time when drink proved not only machismo but independence and a contempt 
        for the opinion of the world--two of the qualities most longed for by 
        actors in their perpetual bondage to the four thongs of the telephone, 
        the contract, the reviews, the applause. Drink was a sovereign unto its 
        own. At that court Newton for a time was King." 
      
  Newton's Obsession costar, Phil 
        Brown, remembers, "... when I was working with him, he was off 
        the booze and ... felt that he was uninteresting when he was off the booze. 
        ... He was a charming man though." 
         
        Richard Burton said of his friend, "I've told him. We've all told 
        him. If he doesn't lay off, it'll kill him." And Deborah Kerr once 
        said, "He was a very dear man, and it was a great tragedy that in 
        the end he destroyed himself through his increasing dependence on alcohol." 
      
 In 1955, Newton took on his final role, as the 
        Scotland Yard detective Inspector Fix in the Academy Award-winning Around 
        the World in Eighty Days. David Niven, who plays Phileas Fogg in the 
        film, recalls working with his friend and shares these personal insights 
        about him in the book The Moon's a Balloon:   
       The Mexican bullfighter-comedian 
        Cantinflas arrived to play my valet, Passepartout, and Shirley MacLaine 
        was signed to play Princess Aouda. 
        "But who the hell do we get to play 
          Mr. Fix, the detective?" said [director Mike] Todd, chomping on the 
          inevitable cigar. 
         "How about Robert Newton?" I suggested. 
          Todd was enchanted with the idea and immediately put in a call. 
         "But I warn you, Mike," I said, feeling 
          every kind of heel, "Bobbie is a great friend of mine, but he does drink 
          a lot these days and you must protect yourself. Lots of people are scared 
          to employ him--he disappears." 
         "I want to see Newton," said Todd firmly, 
          "and when he comes in, I want you here in the office." 
         "For Christ's sake, don't tell him 
          I said anything," I begged. "He'll never forgive me." 
         A little later, Bobbie Newton shuffled 
          in. I hadn't seen him for some weeks, and it was obvious that he had 
          been on a bender of heroic proportions. 
         Todd went into his routine. "Ever heard 
          of Jules Verne?" 
          "Ah, 
          dear fellow," said Newton, "what a scribe!" 
        
 "Eighty Days Around the World?" 
         "A glorious piece, old cock." 
         "How'd you like to play Mr. Fix?" 
         "A splendid role," said Bobbie, rolling 
          his eyes. "Do I understand you are offering it to me, dear boy?" 
         "I might," said Todd, and I felt like 
          the slimiest worm when he continued, "but your pal, Niven, here says 
          you're a lush." 
         "Aah!" said Newton. "My pal, Niven, 
          is a master of the understatement." 
         He was immediately hired and gave his 
          word of honor to Todd that he would go on the wagon for the duration 
          of the picture. He stuck manfully to his promise. 
         On location at Durango, Colorado, Bobbie 
          and I went off every evening after shooting to catch big, fighting rainbow 
          trout in the mountain lakes. One cold autumn sunset, with streaks of 
          blue woodsmoke clinging to the surface of the water and the last rays 
          falling on the glorious colors of the aspens and beeches, Bobbie confessed 
          to me that his promise to Todd had not really been all that difficult 
          to give because that very morning his doctor had warned him that one 
          more session with the bottle would almost certainly be fatal. 
          Two weeks after we finished the picture, Todd called some of us back 
          for an added scene on a ship. Bobbie Newton was required for only one 
          day, but when he arrived for work, a roaring delivery of "Once more 
          unto the breach . . ." announced alarming news. "Oh, Bobbie," I said, 
          "what have you done to yourself?" 
         He put his arm around my neck and tears 
          rolled down his swollen cheeks. "Don't chide me, dear fellow, please 
          don't chide me," he said. 
         Within a very few days, the doctor's 
          warning to that warmhearted, talented and wonderful soul proved tragically 
          correct. 
        
      On March 25, 1956, Robert Newton died in the arms 
      of his wife Vera at the age of 50. The official cause was a heart attack. 
      Vera, who died in 2000, and her late husband were memorialized by their 
      son, Kim, at Westwood 
      Memorial Park in Los Angeles. 
        
      
  
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