A lion, even in winter

Remembering Katharine Hepburn

The death of Katharine Houghton Hepburn on Sunday, June 29, was big news everywhere, but in my part of the country-the Hartford area of Connecticut-it felt as if a goddess had undergone apotheosis. The headline of the city paper proclaimed “HARTFORD’S HEPBURN,” and the first sentence of the page-one article read, “She is gone.”

She. For the last forty years in her home state, there could be only one She. Shades of H. Rider Haggard...

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Richard Alleva has been reviewing movies for Commonweal since 1990.