Actor Harris Yulin Dies

Harris Yulin’s passing at 87 marks the loss of a commanding presence whose work quietly but powerfully shaped generations of film, television, and theater. From Ghostbusters II to Scarface, Training Day, Frasier, and Ozark, he brought a rare blend of intensity, intelligence, and emotional precision to every project. His performances often elevated the material around him, turning supporting roles into defining moments that stayed with audiences long after the credits rolled.

Beyond his screen career, Yulin’s influence as a Juilliard teacher and dedicated stage performer left a lasting imprint on students and colleagues. Those who worked with him remember an artist who was both exacting and generous, someone who demanded truth in performance while offering real mentorship and support. As tributes continue from collaborators and loved ones, his legacy endures in the craft he championed and the many lives he helped shape through his example.

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