ALAN BERKOWITZ 1939 - 2014
Alan was an actor who stepped into many roles during his tenure with the studio and he was also my best friend and my personally conciliary...as he often reminded me. He was a professional, always showing up early on sets and going over his lines and dialog for any improvisations that were required. He had charm in his delivery and he was creative as hell.
What I will miss most is his smile, his charismatic flirts with hostesses and waitresses, he was funny all the time and a great conversationalist when we met for breakfast. He always had gleam in his eyes and he served the best compliments towards humanity than most the people I worked with in the Independent film industry.
I still remember the first day he was introduced to me on the improv set of CHIMERA. He was in good health, but had just come off a stay at St. Lukes in the Woodlands for blood clots. He used the pain he felt during his stay for his role as "grandpa', proving he was a master at presenting method acting as a superior weapon in front of the camera.
His acting prowess from that time forward never let up and he was always ready for the next challenge. He never complained about his part or his roles, and what I liked best is that I never felt the need to type-cast him in any of the short films he performed in. Alan was so proud of being part of the team and only hoped that his performances helped everyone else in their project.
It is my opinion that he left this world too soon and too young. In October he had been stricken with walking pneumonia prior to his move to Atlanta, GA. He was happy to be moving closer to his family and his wife's family as well. He had just got healthy enough for travel when he decided to get on the road and had a severe relapse upon his arrival to Georgia. The last time I talked to Alan, he remained positive about his health, his happiness, and was hoping everyone in Houston would know he was thinking about them and their happiness.
Alan never gave up on his dreams and played piano with all of his heart every time he was asked to play. We didn't always agree on matters of politics and religion, but we had a funny way of handling our pressures through good humor and funny joke to sooth the bumpiness of our differences; I liked that I met a man of the same caliber and pride I claim to have.
He was a proud Jew and fellow Christian. More to the point, he was a believer in God and truly felt that there were better things that we [as people] could do to make it easier on ourselves, if we just took the time to listen to one another. There was often a little hint of parody in his religious beliefs by the way he participated in the holiday season as the ONLY "Jewish Santa" in existence. His book of the same title is one of my favorites!
I pray he is in a happier place. I will miss him every day of my life.
Good bye, Alan...We will see you again someday.
D. R. Quintana