Ryan O'Neal - Wearing a green military coat Hollywood icon Ryan O'Neal seen leaving The Merrion Hotel, he's in Dublin for the Jameson Dublin International Film Festival, Dublin, Ireland - 20.03.15. - Dublin, Ireland - Friday 20th March 2015
O'Neal is attempting to stay clear of drugs following his stint behind bars
When Farrah Fawcett passed away after a long and ultimately unsuccessful battle with cancer, her son Redmond O’Neal was serving time for drug charges.
Ryan O'Neal attends the funeral service for Farrah Fawcett at the Cathedral of Our Lady of the Angels
Following his release in 2012, he’s finally spoken out about the death of his mother. "One minute she was alive and well, everything was good, and then bam! My dad was telling me she died... I was in jail at the time. I didn't even get to say 'bye to her,” explained O’Neal to U.S entertainment news show, Extra.
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A painting of 'Charlie's Angels' star Farrah Fawcett by Andy Warhol is ruled as the property of her former lover Ryan O'Neal in bitter court battle with the University of Texas.
The 'Charlie's Angels' star passed away at the age of 62 in 2009 after a lengthy battle with cancer, leaving her own art collection to her old university. However, when her partner of 30 years was found to have kept one of two portraits by famous pop artist Warhol after it was spotted in a reality TV show, the institution took action in a move O'Neal branded as 'simple greed'.
His defence stated that Warhol, who the couple had known for more than 10 years before the paintings were produced, had created one piece for both Fawcett and O'Neal meaning that one of them was not Fawcett's to give away. The pair, although had been in a relationship for a long time, were never married and lived in separate houses though had a son in 1985 named Redmond, who O'Neal plans to bequeath the portrait to.
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Over a decade after it vanished from the cable TV lazy weekend repertoire, the film is finally getting a DVD release -- fittingly, as part of a series called "The Lost Collection." After revisiting the movie, it sure is a far-fetched, silly trifle of a fairy tale, but it's still charming, and still believable in its own way. Irreconcilable Differences carries with it the same charisma that most Nancy Meyers-Charles Shyer comedies (Private Benjamin, Baby Boom, Father of the Bride) possess; these films are comfort food with a few sharp-edged nutrients added to the mix, stories about likable people who veer wildly off course but eventually find their way back to the Yellow Brick Road.
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When four people carrying identical luggage all check into a San Francisco hotel at the same time, you know right away that the movie will be driven by a big suitcase screwup. Uptight scientist Howard Bannister (O'Neal) is carrying a bunch of ancient rocks that he thinks emit interesting musical tones. Judy Maxwell (Streisand), a petty thief and mooch who is hanging around the hotel mainly to steal room service sandwiches, is carrying underwear. Another guest carries a load of diamonds, and the fourth has a stack of secret government papers. When everyone grabs the wrong bag, the comedy commences.
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In the parlance of Elmore Leonard's 1960s novel, a bounce refers to a crime, and party girl Nancy (Leigh Taylor-Young in one of her first screen roles) is really into bouncing. When drifter Jack Ryan (no, not that Jack Ryan), played by Ryan O'Neal, shows up, Nancy encourages Jack's bad-boy past, goading him into riding along on her minor crime wave. Eventually of course that takes a turn for the worse (this being an Elmore Leonard book), and while much of this is obviously intended as twisty comedy a la Get Shorty, television director Alex March never gets a firm grasp of the material, leaving the proceedings quite flat. The big finale couldn't be more unsatisfying.
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