In The Free Press, Woody Allen remembers Diane Keaton. “When we first met,” he writes, “I thought she was so charming, so beautiful, so magical, that I thought: Was it possible to fall in love so quickly?”
Keaton’s approach to beauty wasn’t a statement or stand against anything. It was simply a testament to aging naturally, playfully, and on your own terms.
The painful news of Keaton’s passing also presents an opportunity to catch up on performances of hers that didn’t necessarily receive enough attention.