I woke up this morning go the news of Harry Dean Stanton’s death at the age of 91. A perennial scene stealer whose  weathered face and sunken eyes were hard to miss, he appeared in too many movies to count. I loved his reliability and ability to imbue oddball characters with charm and memorability, I can’t say I ever saw him make a misstep as an actor. So while it’s a sad loss to the industry, this fine actor has left us with a fine catalogue of performances to revisit time and time again and ensure that his talents live on.