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Keith’s Theatre, 2/21/25

Wanna know my take on the latest world happenings? Grab a seat & stick around…

Ouch, the present moment is too much to bear! Guess I’m sick of looking at reality.  Wanna bury my head in the sand & no wonder so many from the hippie generation opted to turn on, tune in & drop out.  Congrats, Prof. Tim Leary, for getting it right, or at least that’s how it seemed at that time.

What’s been going on in the wonderful world of social media? A trifle depressing for some & where’s my anti-depressant when needed most?

Heard the latest news concerning DEI/woke? Here’s a perfect example of how good intentions slowly went awry.  Mankind’s inclination to darkness & all that, don’t cha know.  What initially began as a goodwill gesture slowly morphed into something we’d all rather forget, though just wait & anti-DEIs will eventually adopt the same attitude, which was clearly “ram it down their throats at all costs!”

Hopefully, I’ll be long gone by that time, but probably not since I seem doomed to an endless amount of suffering.  As Grandma used to say, “I must have a been a sharmootha!” (Arabic word for whore).  Speaking of my maternal grandmother, the subject of religion just came to mind!

Palm leaves hanging everywhere on Palm Sundays, religious icons caked on Grandma’s walls.  Not just any icons, mind you, real icons from the Eastern Orthodox Church, as Grandma always emphasized. 

Of course there was her mother, my maternal great-grandmother, who’d converted to Catholicism, but that’s a different story entirely.  Some big deal back in Lebanon around 1880 where the Eastern Orthodox Church ordered the death of a family member.  That was the story as related to me, swear to God! One thing I do know, middle eastern folk are a crazy lot.  I should know ‘cause I’m one of ‘em.

Surprised someone even exercised the mental gymnastics required to convert from Eastern Orthodoxy to Catholicism because they’re mortal enemies, don’t cha know? Some existential disagreement about how the Holy Spirit was born.  Go figure…

Yes, Mom’s side was intense, but Dad’s side of the family was often more so, mostly Lutheran, with a dash of Mennonite.  I was surrounded by religion 24/7 as a child, especially at school, where the cornerstone of my education involved the “Golden Rule.”

First order of the morning, students stood at attention to say the pledge of allegiance, with hand dutifully held over heart.  Just before lunch, my 4th grade teacher, Mrs. Brunson, sporting a large goiter she’d never had removed, prompted the class to stand and say the Lord’s Prayer.  The main thing that bothered me (other than the huge goiter no one dared speak of), was the Jewish kid in the class.  Joey might’ve known Kaddish, but certainly not the Lord’s Prayer & so simply bowed his head & lip-synched, trying to appear respectful.  We were just kids, what did we know? Come to think of it, what do kids really know?

Another hot topic on social media now! Plenty of opinions on both sides, some are (regrettably) quite vocal and rant on and on and on and on…

Mrs. Brunson ‘twas about the time of the landmark Murray v. Curlett Supreme Court case (separation of church & state), and I don’t believe the Lord’s Prayer went on for much longer & recall that Mrs. Brunson retired shortly afterward.  God only knows what would ensue in today’s world if such a situation arose.  Probably a shootout with assault weapons! 

No one ever would’ve considered such a thing way back when.  Too much “fear of God” in them, perhaps?

Shan’t we say? Until next time…

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Keith’s Theatre, 2/14/25

(Move over Hedda Hopper, Louella Parsons & Adela Rogers St. Johns)

Don’t cha know the latest happenings around Hollywood? I do, even stuck all the way up in San Francisco.  YouTube rules the roost, and is frequently on my menu, as I peruse the latest haps in Hollycyberworld. 

Robert F. Kennedy, Jr. was confirmed on Feb. 13th, as many of you know, and Tulsi Gabbard also.  Both were former Democrats and so was I, once upon a time…light years before the Democratic Party became so horrendously out-of-touch with the average person.

Latest fad on YouTube…The Panic Button! Panic Button channel’s two gals are hysterical, reacting in novel ways to thoroughly bizarre videos.  Check it out.

Worcester, Massachusetts just made the news! It’s the latest, it’s the greatest, it’s the United States’ transexual haven.  A burning question I need answered…who, oh who is Miss Thing with the horrendous blue hairdo propped up in front of the camera? Missy Blue Hair blabbed on and on about her many disabilities.  Oh, the poor little thing! May Jesus, Mary & Joseph have mercy upon your soul.

Miss Thing, get a life, & off the screen and out of my living room! And while you’re at it, do something about your hair and that outfit! Wait, just had a brainstorm! Let’s take up a collection and send Missy Blue Hair to a Paris finishing school.  Clearly America has failed her so maybe France won’t.

Speaking of France, what in the Pope’s name is going on with Candace Owens? Ms. Owens is always so pretty and wears the latest fashions (which everyone knows I adore), but her recent video series on the first lady of France, Brigitte Macron, comes up a bit lacking.  Miss Owens’ exposé may pack a punch in the U.S., but I suspect Candace doesn’t really understand French culture, so it may go over differently there…

On vera!

Even if Candace turns out to be right about the first lady of France, doubt the French would even care and would probably throw a party celebrating Brigitte’s success in Transworldylvania!

Let’s face it…Brigitte is hot!

Lord knows the American version of Brigitte would’ve been busted on their very first foray into the public arena, having sported horrendously oversized shoes (can you say special order, size 15, boys & girls)? Regardless, Ms. Owens is a crackerjack investigative reporter so we won’t hold the fact that she’s an ardent Papist against her, shall we?

Just watched Megyn Kelly’s show, and she’s gorgeous beyond belief and wears the most stylish fashions (which everyone knows I can’t resist).  Adam Carolla was her guest that day; always enjoyed watching him on Fox Network’s “Man Show,” with former partner Jimmy Kimmel.  Those two – quite a different lot these days – wonder if they even speak now? Doubt it very much, don’t cha know!

My oh my! If only I’d been born looking like Megyn Kelly! I’d be counting all my millions now, having buried my most recent husband, and of course, on my way to Hollywood for a screen test – for the remake of Gone with the Wind.  Guess who’ll be playing Scarlett O’Hara?

C’est moi, bien sûr!

Don’t cha know! Until next time…

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Keith’s Theatre – 2/7/2025

(Move over Hedda Hopper, Louella Parsons & Adela Rogers St. Johns)

I often find myself on YouTube (since I have a Roku box, directed to my TV screen), watching a barrage of videos from all manner of content creators.  Just can’t imagine how anyone could bear to watch an itsy-bitsy phone for any length of time.  That would ruin it all for me since I’m hopelessly addicted to this medium…

Especially so when a classic film is being shown, and such was the case this week watching Circe the Enchantress on YouTube (with Czech intertitles & Spanish subtitles).  I had to settle for the Czech/Spanish version since no one’s posted the complete film with English intertitles.  Reference please:

If you don’t understand Czech or aren’t fluent in Spanish (como yo), watching Mae Murray (aka the Princess Mdivani) emote is likely all you’ll need.  Very glad I watched this since it showed me that she was truly one of the greats of the silent era.

Circe, the Enchantress, 1924, starring Mae Murray

I also suggest watching the film jewel in Mae Murray’s crown, 1925’s The Merry Widow, directed by Eric von Stroheim, for anyone who wants to see “poetry in motion.”  Von Stroheim brought out a unique quality in Mae which resonated with filmgoers worldwide.  Reference please this link and incidentally, Miss Murray doesn’t appear until almost 11½ minutes into the film.  Certain there were long arguments between said actress and director von Stroheim about that decision!

1925: Mae Murray (1885 – 1965) stars as dancer Sally O’Hara in the film ‘The Merry Widow’, directed by Erich Von Stroheim for MGM.

The 1950 film, Sunset Boulevard, simply had to be based on Mae Murray’s life.  Sunset Boulevard’s Norma Desmond is the essence of Mae Murray, and since reading Michael G. Ankerich’s biography, “Mae Murray, the Girl with the Bee-Stung Lips,” any lingering doubts I had were permanently dissolved. 

These two women are one and the same.

The Ankerich book is quite well-researched, and next to “Swanson on Swanson,” one of the best accounts ever written on the silent era.  The Jane Ardmore 1959 book, “The Self-Enchanted,” which regrettably relied on the recollections of Mae Murray (still alive and kicking at the time), was the only biographical account I’d previously digested, until the Ankerich offering some 50 years later. 

“Self-Enchanted,” indeed! Clearly more “self-deluded,” which likely explains why Mae was found on the streets of St. Louis, Missouri in 1964, aimlessly wandering about in a state of confusion at age 79.  Reference please, this article: 

https://news.google.com/newspapers?id=YrMyAAAAIBAJ&pg=990,1605441

Hate to think of what’ll happen to me then.  Wait, that’s only 8½ years from now, perish the thought!

Other happenings this week…got to brush up on my latest Hollywood gossip.  Shall I do another movie review? NO! Let’s not and say we did, n’est-ce pas? Think that my Emilia Pérez review from last week will tide me over for quite some time, thank you very much.  

But really, I just gotta trash some other film since there’ve been so many recently.  Guess I’ll just peruse the Oscar nominations and come up with a sufficiently delectable menu.  Don’t cha think?

My mind wanders, or haven’t you noticed? Guess it’s my age…going to be 71 in June.  One of my co-workers not-so-lovingly disparaged my mind as being a “senior citizen brain-dump!”

Evil woman…

Where oh where is Miss Marion Davies when you need her most? WRH’s mistress was much to my dismay (according to Adela Rogers St. Johns, a longtime Hearst columnist), the very person who had NOT wanted dear WR to divorce Millicent (Mrs. Hearst).  I’d always heard differently, all those many claims and memoirs stating it’d been Millicent Hearst herself, not Marion Davies, that had made all the fuss, the former having been so staunchly Catholic. 

Guess time eventually reveals all truths and guess I’ll find out soon enough when it’s time for me to cross over. 

Don’t cha think, or don’t cha? Until next time…

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Keith’s Theatre, 1 /31/25

(Move over Hedda Hopper, Louella Parsons & Adela Rogers St. Johns)

Where, oh where is dear Miss Hedda when you need her most? We don’t miss the hideous millinery, but Keith’s Theatre sure misses her smarts.  She could’ve stopped the release of “Emilia Pérez,” with just one phone call.  So could Louella Parsons & even Adela Rogers St. Johns, as they both had a direct line to Hearst at San Simeon.  But alas, it’s 2025, which brings us to the cause célèbre at the moment, “Emilia Pérez.”

Best Picture, indeed!

I almost always keep my vicious mouth shut where Hollywood is concerned but when I was subjected to several snippets of this musical, well…the film was just screaming for a movie critic, so here goes…

                What in God’s name were you all thinking? Had I been charged with production; this idea would never have progressed past the planning stage.

Let’s see if I’ve got this straight, (70-year-old relic that I am):  a Mexican cartel kingpin decides it’s time to say bye-bye to Mr. Peepee and hello to Ms. V-jay-jay.  The entire thing is then scripted, set to atonic music, then subsequently, perish-the-thought, committed to celluloid!  

Oh, I almost forgot, someone had the bright idea to cast a transexual in the leading role, then nominate Miss Thing for best actress, thinking that’ll somehow redeem this horrendous mess. 

Piffle…

                Suffering through several minutes of this debacle was almost more than I could stomach, cannot fathom how anyone could endure the entire film, and furthermore, I’m amazed the cast could even keep a straight face while shooting.  I would’ve ended up spreadeagled on the floor, in spasmodic laughter.

Forget about potential paychecks, I’d say toodles & do triple-shifts at McDonald’s to pay my rent, thank you very much.  It clearly isn’t furthering the craft…oh wait a minute, there is no more craft! 

Don’t cha think?

Spending a lot of time these days browsing YouTube (the 21st century answer to NBC, ABC & CBS) and love the wit and wisdom of one Blaire White of The Blaire White Project.  Her reaction to selected Tik-Tok videos is especially luscious.

While we’re on the subject, what about the transexual that started it all, Christine Jorgensen? We certainly can’t forget this multi-talented lady who both acted and sang.  Her voice was soft and sultry, her nightclub acts were très chic, and don’t forget her summer stock performances as Madame Rosepettle in Arthur Kopit’s “Oh Dad, Poor Dad, Mamma’s Hung You in the Closet and I’m Feelin’ So Sad.”

Handsome Brad Polumbo has recently appeared on Sky News in Australia on several occasions.  What a catch for someone! You rule, Brad!

                Jon Voight, perennially handsome & a fine actor in many films, is apparently inside the presidential circle.  Oh-so-painfully recalled the 1970 best picture Oscar win for “Midnight Cowboy,” since I was just 16, and remember all too well its initial “X” rating that was later downgraded to “R.”  It didn’t matter, though, since I couldn’t get in then and didn’t until ’72, when I turned 18.  The infamous “X” rating was all the result of one racy (at the time) scene in the men’s room with a male hustler which didn’t surprise me much, and I ended up hustling myself a few years later.  It was simply a matter of fate, or possibly God’s will?

Oh, blessèd memories of my boyhood in the 50s where endless scraps of film ended up on the cutting room floor…who could forget the censorship of the Eisenhower era? Guess we can thank the 1960s “hippie effect” for reversing that trend (yes, I was one of “those hippies”). 

Too bad the subsequent “hippie” liberation got completely out of hand, exponentially, which brings us to the present moment!

Don’t cha think, or don’t cha? Until next time…

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“Old Man of 70 Looks Back”

Keith Warren

It’s 2024 & the old man looks back at the legacy hippies left behind…

Hippies, chosen ones, flower children, idealistic dreamers, let’s change the world & protest.  We’re such good philosophers & just knew we’d figure out what the Moody Blues lyrics meant…

Vocal & visible, kind of hard ta ignore, ya might say…

Drive the point home since we’all audacious & brazen & the world’s just gotta know ta

“Give Peace a Chance!”

It’s 1967’s Summer of Love…1968’s Chicago Democratic convention! Hey, it’s spring 1970,

Kent State vs Nixon…

Got your hippie psychedelic love-ins, your hippie protests…& it’s all about the war in Vietnam…

don’t cha know?

Timothy Leary, high priest sez, “Turn on, tune in, drop out!” & we’all heard & dropped acid & did lotsa drugs & chanted: “Make love, not war!” Plenty of chemicals around, always lotsa press…

Love beads & flower power…très chic hippie bell-bottoms…long hair hippie guys & braless hippie gals.  Lotsa psychedelic posters, black lights & acid-rock music & kids named Aura, Star, Raven, Moonbeam & “we’z just doin’ our own thing, baby!”

Old man regrets too late what the hippie philosophy unleashed upon this world…

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Marilyn Monroe – Sex Symbol Extraordinaire

Just saying “Marilyn,” or even the word “Monroe,” has always been enough to invoke this star’s beauty, glamour and essence.  Monroe was, after all, perhaps the greatest sex symbol of all time and she’ll always remain with us in one way or another.

On Saturday, August 4, 1962, sometime during the late evening hours, Marilyn Monroe expired, and the coroner’s report stated it was suicide.  Monroe had been discovered dead by her physician who’d been called in the early Sunday morning hours by her housekeeper at the time. 

A 1949 pose Marilyn did for “Playboy” magazine, a calendar fave!
A few months after the Feb. 1952 calendar appeared, Marilyn’s first “Life” spread came!

What really happened the previous night, August 4, 1962? Only Marilyn Monroe herself knows the truth.  Innumerable theories abound, many claiming to be based on rigid scientific principles, or so-called eyewitness accounts and most are likely just hearsay.

People were clearly aware that Marilyn was unstable.  The star reportedly had a bizarre upbringing by a schizophrenic mother and was in and out of foster homes and orphanages as a child.  Her intense beauty and sexuality often attracted the unwelcome attentions of predatory men, which does not lead to later adult stability.

Marilyn’s roller coaster ride of emotional highs and lows, extreme melancholy and previous attempts at self-harm laid the groundwork for what followed.  It surprised no one, then, when the news came out about the suicide.  NBC, CBS and ABC were all over the Monroe debacle.  It was big.

The public initially accepted the suicide story but years later came those peddling tabloid fodder.  They all cried murder, yet not one has offered definitive proof to date.

So, Marilyn Monroe, who died by whatever manner on August 4, 1962, became the larger-than-life legend that she has.  Marilyn will likely be remembered as the most important sex symbol of our day.

Photographer Philippe Halsman shot celebs jumping in 11/9/1959 “Life” edition
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Girl with Bee-Stung Lips

Mae Murray w/Prince David Mdivani
Mae Murray, “The Girl with the Bee-Stung Lips”

Before Mae West came along in the early sound era, sex symbol Mae Murray sashayed onto the silent screen in the late 1910s.  Starting as a talented dancer, the beauty and the sensuality she projected to audiences drew the attention of dancer Vernon Castle, with whom she first appeared and later, Florenz Ziegfeld, who featured her in his legendary Ziegfeld Follies.

Mae Murray was born Marie Adrienne Koenig on May 10, 1885, in New York City, and not the city of Portsmouth, Virginia as she often stated.  She died in Los Angeles on March 23, 1965.

Mae Murray, early in her career, came under the tutelage of director Robert Z. Leonard, whom she eventually married.  Third husband Leonard carefully crafted the sensuous persona she projected.  It has been written that the close-up photographed through a layer of gauze was created specifically for Mae Murray by Robert Z. Leonard.  That same technique was later used by French Impressionist directors like Abel Gance, Germaine Dulac and Marcel L’Herbier.

“Princess Virtue,” “A Mormon Maid,” “The Delicious Little Devil,” “Mademoiselle Midnight,” and “Circe the Enchantress” are but a few of the Leonard films that starred Mae Murray in which she was able to showcase her many charms, and for which theatre goers had an eager appetite.  Eventually Murray and Leonard divorced.

During the silent film era, some publicity-seeking stars, notably Pola Negri and Gloria Swanson, opted to marry European royalty, and thus gain a title.  Not to be outdone, in 1926, Mae Murray married one of the questionable Mdivanis of Georgia – the country of Georgia that is, not the U.S. state.  

Regrettably, Prince David Mdivani of Georgia became the manager of his Princess, thus signaling the beginning of the end of her career.  He persuaded her to leave MGM Studios, thus offending the powerful Louis B. Mayer, who had her blacklisted.  Mdivani also managed to squander the millions of dollars Mae had earned through her successful starring roles.  An attempt at transitioning to sound roles with her 1930 remake of “Peacock Alley” proved futile.  

Mae’s “Royal Wedding” featuring Matron of Honor, Pola Negri & Best Man, Valentino

Mae Murray did not go down in defeat, however.  Before this dramatic fall from grace, she had been cast in the leading role of Erich von Stroheim’s 1925 film, “The Merry Widow.”  The film turned out to be the jewel in her crown.  Yet it was no longer 1925, it was now 1930 and sound was here to stay! Mae Murray had lost favor with the Hollywood moguls, with the public at large, and thus began Mae’s retreat into her own world of make-believe.

1925: Mae Murray (1889 – 1965) stars as dancer Sally O’Hara in the film
‘The Merry Widow’, directed by Erich Von Stroheim for MGM.

Mae Murray’s penchant for living in a fairytale world only grew worse with age, and she eventually morphed into a Norma Desmond-like character.  Many believe the inspiration for Billy Wilder’s famous 1950 film “Sunset Boulevard” was Mae Murray’s overly extravagant sense of self-worth and her steadfast refusal to accept that she was no longer a star.

The 1959 biography of Mae Murray called “The Self Enchanted,” written by Jane Ardmore, is the source for many of the photographs featured here.  Unfortunately, a lot of the material Miss Ardmore cites was provided by Mae Murray.  There is no mention of her childhood growing up in New York City, the daughter of an alcoholic father.  Additionally, the book simply leaves blank a 20-year period from the 1930s through 1959, when the book was released.  A much better source of information is from her second biographer, Michael Ankerich, who authored “Mae Murray:  the Girl with the Bee-Stung Lips.”

Mae posed for a magazine, having designed a fashion line to be named for her

I urge you to search out on YouTube the 1950 video “Mae Murray Speaks on Heart Throbs of Yesterday” as well as one of the many Mae Murray films that are posted.  If you can find a copy of “The Merry Widow,” it is a must-see film.  Currently, TGZ Classic Movies has this film posted on YouTube.  There is also a 3-part radio interview with Mae Murray from 1960, which is worth listening to.  I am listing a Wikipedia link to a February 24, 1964 Ottowa Citizen newspaper article, which reported that the former star was found wandering in a state of confusion in St. Louis, Missouri, mistakenly believing she was on her way to New York.

Yes, Mae Murray had hit rock bottom, wandering hither and yon in a state of delusion. 

https://news.google.com/newspapers?id=YrMyAAAAIBAJ&pg=990,1605441

The dancing, frolicking sex symbol who danced with Vernon Castle, starred in the Ziegfeld Follies, went on to be a major silent screen idol, Mae Murray…who had all the right curves in all the right places…the girl with the bee-stung lips…Once at the top of the world, her millions had been squandered, and Mae Murray died in obscurity.

From the 1931 sound offering, “Bachelor Apartment.” Mae’s star had waned by now.
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His Career Ended with the Coming of Talkies- Tragedy of Silent Star John Gilbert

The life of John Gilbert ended tragically on January 9, 1936 at the young age of 38.  Gilbert’s final performance involved no acting at all.  It was that of a dying man clutching at his chest, writhing in pain, and falling to the floor for his last gasps of air.  What must those last moments have been like for someone who had been at the top of the world, only to become one of the casualties of the nemesis feared most by silent actors…THE MICROPHONE!

John Gilbert’s complete biography can be found on Wikipedia, an excellent source of information.  Informative as well as convenient, Wikipedia always has the most up-to-date information on a variety of subjects.  I wouldn’t be without it when researching the old Hollywood stars.

John Gilbert was a longtime friend of comedienne Marion Davies who is probably best remembered as the decades-long love interest of newspaper publisher William Randolph Hearst.  In Davies’ posthumous memoir, “The Times We Had,” she spoke of Gilbert’s feelings for Lillian Gish with whom he’d been paired for the 1926 MGM film, La Bohème.”

Davies said, “Jack Gilbert would stay downstairs with a bunch of violets in his hand.  He might as well have waited for the sun to come out at night, because she was dodging him.  They were making ‘La Bohème’ and he was madly in love with her. Jack Gilbert was the sort of person who took the movies seriously.  When he played in a love scene with somebody, he fell in love with her. So he’d be down there, standing with a bunch of violets, waiting for Lillian.  But she was only there for the one picture.  She only did that one picture, and she paid no attention to Jack Gilbert with his violets – none whatsoever.”

Later in her memoir, she references Greta Garbo, who co-starred with John Gilbert in several films, notably 1926’s “Flesh and the Devil,” where the two created a romantic sensation.  Davies wrote, “I felt awfully sorry for Jack Gilbert.  He was in love with Greta Garbo, and she would have no part of him at all.  That was why he was blue.  He was very much the artist type, with flashing black eyes and nervous, emotional moods.  Those writers didn’t understand it.  They were just watching and pushing him.  And imagine the emotions going on inside him.”

Those emotions must have eventually overwhelmed him, for gossip columnist Louella Parsons wrote in her 1944 memoir “The Gay Illiterate” that, “John Gilbert landed in jail on a charge of disturbing the peace after Greta Garbo got as far as the courthouse – and then refused to marry him.”

Parsons reported exactly how Gilbert’s career was ruined by sound pictures.  “John Gilbert and Greta Garbo, in such silent pictures as ‘Flesh and the Devil,’ had become the great lovers of the movies.  In one fell swoop – to be exact, a dreadful movie called ‘His Glorious Night’ – Jack was ruined.  It has been said, and is now accepted almost as legend, that the great Gilbert had a falsetto voice that ill became his manly physique and that audiences tittered when he spoke.”

Louella Parsons went on to say, “While Jack’s voice wasn’t so deep as the ocean, it was a thoroughly normal speaking voice.  But in those days there was little ‘mixing’ or regulation of sound.  If the microphone was pitched along the leading lady’s favorite key the hero sounded ‘way up there’ with her, too.”

One part of the Marion Davies memoir really showed how troubled John Gilbert really was.  Davies wrote of Gilbert’s frequent mood swings and stated, “One night at the beach we had gotten tired of sitting around the swimming pool and had gone out on the sand. There were thirty or forty of us. There was a group of writers around Jack, and I could hear an argument. I heard Jack say, ‘I’m going to commit suicide.’ And they said, ‘Dare you to.’ Well, that was not the thing to say to a man who was in that mood, but they were teasing him. They said, ‘Prove it. You’ve talked about suicide so much, prove it to us. If you’ve got the guts to do it, show us.’ And Jack said, ‘All right, I will.’”

w/Norma Shearer & Lon Chaney, Sr.

“While everyone was chattering away, he went out and walked into the waves. And he kept on walking until I thought, This is not funny. I said, ‘Somebody stop him.’ But they said, ‘Let him alone. He’ll stop himself. Just watch him. He won’t do it.’ They thought it was a big joke. Maybe their voices carried across. Whatever, he suddenly threw himself down, and then he came wading in and went down on the sand. He burst into sobs and beat the sand and cried his heart out. He couldn’t do it; he had been challenged and he couldn’t do it.”

Ultimately, John Gilbert got his wish.  On January 9, 1936 after a massive heart attack, aggravated by chronic alcoholism, he took a final curtain call.

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“BUtterfield 8,” Liz Taylor in hospital near death! Reynolds/ Fisher scandal, Hedda weighs in…

March, 1960 “Modern Screen” article by columnist, Earl Wilson

In her 1962 memoir, “The Whole Truth and Nothing But,” Hollywood gossip columnist, Hedda Hopper, wrote of Liz Taylor’s “BUtterfield 8” Oscar in the following manner, “She won her Academy Award not for Butterfield 8 but for nearly dying. And her studio joined in by putting on a terrific public relations campaign against Debbie – with planted stories in fan magazines and loaded interviews for the newspapers – to clinch sympathy for Liz.” 

Eddie Fisher and Elizabeth Taylor

The aging columnist, who loved judging all Hollywood, was of course referring to the love triangle concerning Elizabeth Taylor, actress Debbie Reynolds and Reynolds’ onetime husband, baritone Eddie Fisher.  In 1958, Taylor began a love affair with Fisher, at the time married to actress Reynolds, during the filming of “Cat on a Hot Tin Roof.”  Eddie Fisher later left Debbie Reynolds to wed Liz.  

Hedda Hopper, chief competition for Hearst columnist, Louella Parsons

The public became either decidedly for or against Taylor – either content to accept that all’s fair in love and war, or the opposite view of Liz as predatory homewrecker. 

Elizabeth Taylor had originally catapulted to stardom at the young age of 12 in the 1944 film, “National Velvet.”  Taylor blossomed into a lovely, sensual young woman as the world watched and was often publicized as the most beautiful woman in the world.  When her third husband, director Michael Todd, was suddenly killed in a plane crash on March 22, 1958, there was an outpouring of public sympathy for Liz. 

Then came the Reynolds-Fisher-Taylor romance scandal, turning many sharply against her.  All ill feelings were quickly forgotten though, after Liz’s near date with death from pneumonia two years later, just prior to the Academy Awards.  Nominated for best actress in the 1960 Metro-Goldwyn-Mayer film “BUtterfield 8,” Liz garnered the coveted award many felt was undeserved.  It certainly hadn’t hurt Taylor (or M-G-M) that she’d languished for weeks in an intensive care unit close to death just before the Oscars that year.

Still frail from her recent illness, Elizabeth Taylor was helped to the stage by Eddie Fisher, who’d co-starred with her in “BUtterfield 8.”  He’d recently divorced Debbie Reynolds to be at Liz’s side, making him Taylor’s fourth husband to date.

To decide for yourself if Elizabeth Taylor’s 1961 Oscar was really a “sympathy award,” check out her competition that year:  Shirley MacLaine for “The Apartment” – a satirical look at office politics; Melina Mercouri for “Never on Sunday,” the story of a Greek prostitute; Greer Garson for “Sunrise at Campobello,” a dramatization of former president Franklin Delano Roosevelt’s battle with polio; and Deborah Kerr for “The Sundowners,” a film about life in the Australian outback.

The many husbands of Liz:

1. Conrad Hilton, Jr. (1950-1951)

2. Michael Wilding (1952-1957)

3. Mike Todd (1957-1958)

4. Eddie Fisher (1959-1964)

5. Richard Burton (1964-1974)

6. Richard Burton (1975-1976)

7. John Warner (1976-1982)_

8. Larry Fortensky (1991-1996)

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Jayne Mansfield Meets Mickey Hargitay at the Divine Mae West’s Las Vegas Revue

Jayne Mansfield was amply suited for promo during the 1950s

Jayne Mansfield, popular sex symbol of the 50s met future husband, Mickey Hargitay, a bodybuilder on stage one evening at Mae West’s popular Las Vegas revue featuring musclemen.  Mansfield and Hargitay enjoyed a whirlwind romance, married, then later divorced yet the couple remained close friends throughout the remainder of Mansfield’s short life, which ended on a lonely Louisiana highway the night of June 29, 1967.

Mickey Hargitay, Hungarian bodybuilder, with Jayne Mansfield

In video footage posted on YouTube, Mickey Hargitay wistfully recalled his visit to a mortuary containing the remains of his ex-wife, Jayne Mansfield, shortly after her tragic automobile accident which killed three people.  Hargitay was visibly disturbed when reliving the moment, was overcome with emotion, and struggling for the words to explain what he’d found, “I saw her the last time…it wasn’t really her anymore, you know, soul was gone, spirit was gone…it was just a machine, it wasn’t her…”

Hargitay had met Jayne Mansfield while performing at Mae West’s renowned 1950’s nightclub revue which broke Las Vegas box office records.  In Mae’s typical Westian style, a collection of musclemen would cavort about the sexagenarian star, while flexing their biceps and chest muscles.  It was all carefully orchestrated by the aging West to create the illusion that she was just as luscious and desirable as ever, as the men dutifully paid her homage by lustfully ogling her.  West would then sing a few songs, knock off a few of her double-entendre one-liners and sashay about the stage, looking as voluptuous as a sex symbol in her mid-60s could. 

Mae West’s 1950s Las Vegas act w/entourage of bodybuilders

While the bodybuilders were little more than props for West’s increasingly inflated ego, Mae’s exaggerated sense-of-self unwisely entertained the notion that Mickey Hargitay was perhaps interested in something more, namely the incomparable Mae West.  Yet Hargitay happened to be looking in another direction that evening, and the object of his attention was Miss Jayne Mansfield. 

In West’s inimitable egomaniacal and narcissistic manner, Mae quickly turned the page by arranging publicity about a few musclemen in her show that were battling for the elderly star’s affections, reportedly coming to blows in the process.

Mae West circa 1933 in her younger years

West was then left with her successful show minus Mickey Hargitay, and had only to reap the enormous financial rewards, not to mention several choice musclemen, in particular a bodybuilder named Chester Rybinski (aka Paul Novak).  Novak, smitten with Mae West, doted on the aging star for over 26 years until her death in 1980.

Sex symbol Jayne Mansfield, some 40 years younger than West, and Hungarian bodybuilder Mickey Hargitay were soon christened “couple of the hour” by the American press, quickly married, and left the aging Mae West far, far behind.  The two likely never looked back…