It must have been that goofy laugh from Kiss of Death, or his lovely teeth, and the way he kept reaching for the translator earphones between speeches in Judgement at Nuremburg, or how he kept apologizing to Sidney Poitier between takes on No Way Out because his character shouted racial slurs, or how you can watch him lipread the other actors in Rollercoaster so he'd know when to speak his lines without screwing up, or seeing him in all those westerns even though he hated guns, and how last Christmas we watched Death of a Gunfighter because he was in it even though it was a bad, bad, bad, bad movie, or watching him chase Palance down in Panic in the Streets shouting "YOU HAVE THE PLAGUE!", but mostly I think it's in the way he played Harry Fabian in Night and the City so that it wrenches your heart to see him lose that innocence, because he really thought he knew what he was doing.

But Pickup on South Street ... that's the one I can watch over and over and over and over and over, because he was the best.

Thank you, Mr. Widmark.