
Rex Taylor Reed
Film critic, journalist, and actor
- Lifespan
- October 2, 1938 – May 12, 2026Oct 2, 1938 – May 12, 2026
- Location
- New York City, New York, United StatesNY City, New York

Film critic, journalist, and actor
A relentless arbiter of taste who famously refused to suffer cinematic mediocrity, Rex Reed died on May 12, 2026, at the age of 87. For over half a century, the critic and actor remained one of the most provocative and recognizable voices in American arts journalism, known as much for his sharp wit as for his sprawling career at The New York Observer. But the moment that truly crystallized his unique position in the cultural firmament occurred in 1970, when he stepped through the silver screen to play the character Myron in the film "Myra Breckinridge."
In that defining role, the critic became a participant in the very industry he so surgically dissected. It was a fitting crossover for a writer whose editor noted he "was a critic who understood he was the star of his own show," as reported by The New York Observer. Reed did not just review movies; he performed them on the page, wielding a sophisticated, slightly acerbic prose style that made him the most feared and famous critic in Manhattan during the late 1960s and early 1970s. He published his debut book, "Do You Sleep in the Nude?," in 1968, followed by "Valentines & Vitriol" in 1977, cementing a reputation for sharp-tongued observations.
Reed viewed the entertainment capital with a mixture of fascination and disdain. "In Hollywood, if you don't have happiness you send out for it," he once quipped, adding that merely living in Los Angeles guaranteed the loss of a few I.Q. points each year. He saw his role as a necessary corrective to an industry prone to self-indulgence. "I think we're drowning in mediocrity," he explained, according to the Daily Independent. "I just try as hard as I can to raise the level." This relentless drive to elevate the discourse was rooted in a restless nature cultivated early in life. Born in Fort Worth, Texas, to an oil company supervisor, Reed attended 13 different schools before high school, a nomadic childhood that perhaps primed him for the transient, glittering world of cinema.
After graduating from Louisiana State University in 1960 with a journalism degree, where he wrote reviews for The Daily Reveille, Reed moved to New York City. He initially worked in the publicity department of 20th Century Fox before launching a sprawling critical career. A close friendship with legendary gossip columnist Liz Smith helped launch his work at Cosmopolitan, and he soon became a fixture across major publications, including Vogue, GQ, and The New York Times. He served as an arts critic for the New York Daily News for 13 years and a film critic for the New York Post for five. Yet it was his nearly four-decade tenure at The New York Observer, authoring the "On the Town with Rex Reed" column, that defined his later career. He also brought his acerbic wit to television, co-hosting the syndicated program "At the Movies" during the 1980s, and made further film appearances as himself in the 1978 blockbuster "Superman" and the 1981 film "Inchon."
His death at his Manhattan residence was confirmed by his longtime friend William Kapfer, as noted by Broadway World. Reed never married and left behind no immediate family members, dedicating his life entirely to the arts. In January 2025, the New York Film Critics Circle honored him at their annual dinner for his 50th anniversary with the organization. He represented one of the last links to a more glamorous, high-stakes era of arts criticism, a time when a review could make or break a production and the critic was as much a celebrity as the stars on the screen. He leaves behind a half-century legacy of uncompromising standards, ensuring he will be remembered not merely as a reviewer of films, but as a towering, theatrical presence who demanded that American cinema be as sharp, witty, and vital as his own prose.
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I had the pleasure of meeting Rex in 1989 when I was 22 years old. We met in New Orleans — my hometown and a city he visited quite frequently during his college years. From what he told me, it always remained one of his favorite cities. The last time we were in contact was a little over a decade ago. I had written to let him know that someone very special to both of us, Miss Dixie, was about to celebrate her 100th birthday. He responded almost immediately with a beautiful letter honoring Dixie’s remarkable life and paying tribute to her legendary House of Music on Bourbon Street — a place he frequented often in his younger days, alongside notable names such as Truman Capote, Tennessee Williams, Helen Hayes, and Rod McKuen. That beautiful letter is now framed and hangs in Miss Dixie’s former home on Bourbon Street, now occupied by her great-niece and my dear friend, Heather Harllee. In the years between, I also had the opportunity to meet up with Rex several times in New York while visiting. His stories, his kindness, and his genuine nature were just as memorable and sincere as they were the very first day we met. Rest in peace, my friend. You will be remembered fondly. Jay Dunaway
I had the pleasure of meeting Rex in 1989 when I was 22 years old. We met in New Orleans — my hometown and a city he visited quite frequently during his college years. From what he told me, it always remained one of his favorite cities. The last time we were in contact was a little over a decade ago. I had written to let him know that someone very special to both of us, Miss Dixie, was about to celebrate her 100th birthday. He responded almost immediately with a beautiful letter honoring Dixie’s remarkable life and paying tribute to her legendary House of Music on Bourbon Street — a place he frequented often in his younger days, alongside notable names such as Truman Capote, Tennessee Williams, Helen Hayes, and Rod McKuen. That beautiful letter is now framed and hangs in Miss Dixie’s former home on Bourbon Street, now occupied by her great-niece and my dear friend, Heather Harllee. In the years between, I also had the opportunity to meet up with Rex several times in New York while visiting. His stories, his kindness, and his genuine nature were just as memorable and sincere as they were the very first day we met. Rest in peace, my friend. You will be remembered fondly. Jay Dunaway