Star ‘Footloose’ Actress Passes Away At 78

Lynne Marta, who played a pivotal supporting role in the breakout hit “Footloose” and consistently made her mark in Hollywood over the years, has passed away after a private battle with brain cancer. She was 78.

A longtime friend to Marta informed the Hollywood Reporter that the actress died peacefully on Thursday in her Los Angeles home. A representative did not confirm the details of her death when contacted by the New York Post.Footloose Actress Lynne Marta Dead at 781,500 × 1,000

Marta, who played the aunt to Kevin Bacon’s Ren in the 1984 musical drama, held her own on the big screen as a supporting character who conveyed warmth and support to her nephew as he fights to loosen up his hometown after dancing is outlawed. The film became an overnight sensation and box office success on its way to earning multiple nods for the Academy Awards, Golden Globe Awards, and a Grammy for Best Original Song.

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