McCrory brought the same electrifying presence to mainstream TV roles and acclaimed stage work,
by Claire Allfree | April 17, 2021 | The Independent

by Claire Allfree | April 17, 2021 | The Independent
Helen’s McCrory’s death from cancer at the age of 52 has robbed British theatre and television of a remarkably versatile and charismatic actor and one of the great leading ladies of her generation.
In recent years, she had gained a cult following on screen as the ruthless Narcissa Malfoy in the final trilogy of the hugely successful Harry Potter film franchise, and as steely matriarch of the Shelby family, Aunt Polly, in five series of the BBC Television hit Peaky Blinders.
On stage, she performed with the National Theatre and Royal Shakespeare Company, at the Almeida and Donmar Warehouse, and in the West End. She was twice nominated for Olivier awards, winning a Critics’ Circle award for her punkish, feisty Medea at the NT in 2014.
Following the announcement of Helen McCrory’s death on Twitter by husband Damian Lewis, comes the reflection of a life and career so full of exuberance and love. Although hers was a life cut far too short, it was also one marked by displays of endless generosity and incomprehensible levels talent which will surely be missed by all.
My first exposure to Helen McCrory came with the release of Skyfall in 2012. Something about her portrayal of Clair Dowar MP, a minor role relative to the scale of the film, just mesmerised me.
As Narcissa Malfoy in the Harry Potter films, she shone. The mother of school bully, Draco Malfoy (Tom Felton) and wife to notorious Death Eater, Lucius Malfoy (Jason Isaacs) – Narcissa could easily have been a two-dimensional character. A ‘bad’ character. It’s hard to get away from the fact Narcissa Malfoy was a prejudicial pure-blood, but Helen McCrory brought so much humility and poise to what might have otherwise been an insignificant role.
by Ben Brantley | The New York Times | April 17, 2021
Helen McCrory in the National Theater revival of Terence Rattigan’s “The Deep Blue Sea.” Credit: Richard Hubert Smith
Selfishly, my first feelings on hearing that the uncanny British actress Helen McCrory had died at 52 were of personal betrayal. We were supposed to have shared a long and fruitful future together, she and I. There’d be me on one side of the footlights and her on the other, as she unpacked the secrets of the human heart with a grace and ruthlessness shared by only a few theater performers in each generation.
I never met her, but I knew her — or rather I knew the women she embodied with an intimacy that sometimes seemed like a cruel violation of privacy. When London’s theaters reawakened from their pandemic lockdown, she was supposed to be waiting for me with yet another complete embodiment of a self-surprising life.
Ms. McCrory had become world famous for dark and exotic roles onscreen, as the fiercely patrician witch Narcissa Malfoy in the Harry Potter movies and the terrifying criminal matriarch Polly Gray in the BBC series “Peaky Blinders.” But for me, she was, above all, a bright creature of the stage and in herself a reason to make a theater trip to London.
Continue reading How Helen McCrory Shone, Even in a Haze of Mystery
by Dominic Maxwell | The Times | April 16, 2021
Helen McCrory’s fearlessness made her phenomenally watchable in whatever she did GETTY IMAGES
“You don’t realise how quick life passes you,” Helen McCrory told The Times in an interview in 2017. She was talking about coming relatively late to motherhood. Yet when her husband, Damian Lewis, announced on Twitter today McCrory’s tragically early death, aged 52, from cancer, it was a salutary reminder of how easy it is to take what you’ve got for granted.