You've got me thinking about Mitchum and what a wonderful actor he was.

rushthatspeaks and I saw him a few months ago in Track of the Cat (1954), an offbeat, ambitious, family-psychodrama Western that ultimately fell apart, but Mitchum took what should have been an unplayable character—the favored son of a controlling mother, as vertiginously narcissistic as she is but extroverted about it, challengingly sexual with just about everyone onscreen—and made him utterly believable, vivid as his characteristic red coat. Whatever else went on in that movie, he was great.

In fact he had considerable range. The psycho in Night of the Hunter and the mild-mannered school teacher in Ryan's Daughter are worlds apart- and yet he infuses both with essence of Mitchum.

That's very well said and also true.