A sad day. Diana Rigg has passed away, too young, at age 82. She first came to my attention back in the Sixties during her star turn as Mrs. Emma Peel in the hilarious Avengers. She never gave a bad performance, and was always the epitome of effortless grace and urbanity. Faith came to her over the years and she became a Christian. Heaven calls Mrs. Peel, and the game is doubtless afoot.
Since boyhood, I always loved Diana Rigg – my fantasy girl, I guess. Beautiful, intelligent, poised, graceful, elegant, well-spoken. Always immaculately dressed whether in black leather or evening gown. Fearless, courageous and strong too. Able to give the bad guys exactly what they deserved. And the Avengers was a favorite of mine precisely because of her. Honor Blackman just wasn’t attractive for me, whether first in the Avengers or later in Goldfinger. But Diana Rigg always was drop dead gorgeous right from the start.
She was wonderful in “On Her Majesty’s Secret Service”, one of my favorite JB movies. (A Christmas movie BTW).
Sadly, I’ve never seen The Avengers. Many of my slightly older friends were big fans. Hopefully one day.
Broadcast in the early evening in our area – reruns of episodes produced during the previous three years. After dinner viewing on the old black and white kept in the breakfast nook. More than 50 years ago.
What gets you seeing them again is her elegance and reserve and how deftly the writers, directors, and actors handled the interplay between the characters. Long gone. Sigh.
She was such a classic beauty. So different from the trash we see today.
My favourite Bond Girl, in what should have been the greatest Bond film, ever.
Sadly, Sean Connery retired from the role.
in Pace requiescat
She was such a classic beauty. So different from the trash we see today.
I doubt she ever had ‘work done’ or that her hair was anything but it’s natural color. It was washed, trimmed, and combed and that was it. If you look at photo surveys of her taken in her prime, you can see she was generally resistant to putting too much on display.
Gentlemen.
There is no equal to a modest women. She exudes confidence, grace and beauty without effort.
That’s how I remember her.
Appealing without trying to be.
God have mercy on her soul.
Agree that she wasn’t one to show too much skin.
But some of those catsuits? And a figure like hers?
Who needs skin?
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