Tuesday, 30 September 2014

A tough little bitch























"A conversation is a dialogue, not a monologue. That's why there are so few good conversations: due to scarcity, two intelligent talkers seldom meet."

"Friendship is a pretty full-time occupation if you really are friendly with somebody. You can't have too many friends because then you're just not really friends."

"Past certain ages or certain wisdoms it is very difficult to look with wonder; it is best done when one is a child; after that, and if you are lucky, you will find a bridge of childhood and walk across it."

"Writing has laws of perspective, of light and shade, just as painting does, or music. If you are born knowing them, fine. If not, learn them. Then rearrange the rules to suit yourself."

"If the notion is good enough, if it truly belongs to you, then you can't forget it - it will haunt you till it's written."

"Disco is the best floor show in town. It's very democratic, boys with boys, girls with girls, girls with boys, blacks and whites, capitalists and Marxists, Chinese and everything else, all in one big mix."

"Life is a moderately good play with a badly written third act."

"All literature is gossip."

[One one of his portraits:] "I look like a tough little bitch in that one."


The magnificent Truman Capote, who was born ninety years ago today (born Truman Streckfus Persons, 30th September 1924 – 25th August 1984)

Friday, 26 September 2014

Meanwhile, below decks...


Who, me?!


You wanna do what?!"


OK - let's bounce!"

It's the weekend.

Go on.

Enjoy it!

Wednesday, 24 September 2014

The Last Sister



Deborah, the Dowager Duchess of Devonshire, and the last surviving Mitford sister, has died aged 94.

From a brilliant article about the "Mitford Girls" and the upbringing that made several of them into controversial characters (Diana married British Fascist Oswald Mosley, Unity was Hitler's greatest fan, Jessica eloped to Spain with a communist during the Civil War, and Nancy became a hugely admired authoress, but married a homosexual man and later ended up as mistress to de Gaulle's Chief of Staff), courtesy of The Evil Style Queen blog:
The parents of the Mitford sisters, David Bertram Ogilvy Freeman-Mitford, 2nd Baron Redesdale and his wife Sydney Bowles, were described as handsome, eccentric, cold and remote. The Mitford children (six girls and a boy) grew up in relatively moderate circumstances deep in rural Oxfordshire. The parents didn't believe in education for girls, specifically not in formal schools. Lady Redesdale ran a chicken farm, the return of which was duly invested in her daughters' scant education. The children were brought up by a nanny who, as it happens so often in English upper-class families, provided their only stability and warmth. A string of hapless governesses was employed to convey what little knowledge the parents thought girls needed.

Contact with other children was very limited because Lord and Lady Redesdale were of the opinion that this might overexcite the girls. According to Jessica Mitford, Lord Redesdale wouldn't receive any "outsiders" such as "Huns", "Frogs", Americans, Africans and any other "foreigners", which included other people's children, most friends of the girls and almost all young men. An exception was made for some (but by no means all) relatives and some choice red-faced and tweed-clad neighbours.

Jessica, Nancy, Diana, Unity, and Pamela, 1935. The youngest, Deborah, is not pictured.
This cruel and eccentric environment was mirrored by the girls from an early age. Merciless bullying among them was rampant, an "art" at which specifically the oldest sister Nancy excelled, a precocious sign of her later whip-lash tongue, for which she became famous as a writer.

The parents split up after more than 35 years of marriage over the crucial question whether Adolf Hitler would be welcome as a son-in-law and whether a German invasion was appreciated or not. Lord Redesdale was against, his wife all for it.

Exasperated, he left her and moved to the tiny Scottish island of Inch Kenneth near Mull, about the only bit of estate that had remained in the family, and from where he returned only after the war.

Deborah Mitford by Pietro Annigoni
The youngest sister, Deborah (born 1920), married Lord Andrew Cavendish, second son of the 10th Duke of Devonshire, when they both were 21. At that time, Andrew was not expected to inherit the title. Because his older brother William (who was engaged to be married to Kathleen Kennedy, sister of JFK), was killed in combat in 1944, Andrew became Marquess of Hartington and 11th Duke of Devonshire after his father's death in 1950.

Deborah, Duchess of Devonshire never put a foot wrong. She was considered the most perfect of all Duchesses of Devonshire. There had been ten before her.

She [was] the public face of Chatsworth House, the Devonshires' seat in Derbyshire, for many decades... She [wrote] several books about Chatsworth and played a key role in the restoration of the house, the improvement of the garden, the development of commercial activities such as the Chatsworth Farm Shop (a business that employs a hundred people), and Chatsworth's other business operations. She [was] even known to man the ticket office herself if the need arose.

The Chatsworth Cookbook
She became the Dowager Duchess of Devonshire in 2004 upon the death of her husband when her son inherited the title. Andrew and Deborah had been married for 63 years.


Debs moved out of Chatsworth House to make way for her son, but said: "In all those years I never took the place for granted, but marvelled at it and the fact that we were surrounded by beauty at every turn."


Jessica, Deborah and Pamela. In the background Alexander Mosley (son of Diana) and Alexander's wife Charlotte, Editor of 'The Nancy Mitford Diaries' at a book launch party held at The Reform Club on the 23rd September 1993.

Facts:
  • Andrew, Duke of Devonshire, often wore a jumper with the slogan "Never Marry A Mitford".
  • Nancy, her eldest sister, was cruel to Debs as a child. "Everyone cried when you were born," she would enjoy reminding her (their mother had wanted another boy).
  • She met John F Kennedy at a ball in 1938, and later became close friends with him; he would often ring her at 3am to chat, and she and Andrew attended his presidential inauguration in 1961 and, in 1963, his funeral.
  • One of her eight grandchildren is the model Stella Tennant.
  • Deborah was a big Elvis Presley fan: "Wasn’t he wonderful?", she said. "I never became a fan until after he was dead, otherwise I would have been a stalker."
RIP, Debo.

Deborah Vivien Cavendish, Duchess of Devonshire DCVO (née Deborah Freeman-Mitford, 31st March 1920 – 24th September 2014)

Tuesday, 23 September 2014

To the depth and breadth and height my soul can reach



Ooooh, how utterly camp is this?

From Martin Schneider, writing for the ever-sublime Dangerous Minds site:
Shakespeare, Tchaikovsky & Me, Jayne Mansfield’s delicious album from 1963 or 1964 (depending on where you look), has never seen a CD release and it’s not available on the music streaming services I consulted. That scarcity has driven up the price: right now you can get a copy from Amazon.com for $60 and up.

Assessing Mansfield’s intelligence is something of a mid-20th-century parlour game. Quoting Wikipedia: “Frequent references have been made to Mansfield’s very high IQ, which she claimed was 163. She spoke five languages, including English. ... Reputed to be Hollywood’s ‘smartest dumb blonde’, she later complained that the public did not care about her brains: ‘They’re more interested in 40–21–35,’ she said.”...

So how are her recitations of some of the greatest erotic poetry in the English language? Welllll, just fine, I think. I wouldn’t say she exactly reads them well - she reads them about the way you’d expect a big movie star to read them, crisply and evenly, perhaps a little too briskly. She brings a purr to the material that you wouldn’t probably get from current U.S. poet laureate Charles Wright, let’s say.

Here’s a track listing, followed by a clip of about six minutes from the album:

Elizabeth Barrett Browning, “How Do I Love Thee”
Percy Bysshe Shelley, “The Indian Serenade”
Percy Bysshe Shelley, “Good-Night”
Robert Herrick, “You Say I Love Not”
Henry Constable, “If This Be Love”
Elizabeth Barrett Browning, “The Lady’s ‘Yes’” -
Lord Byron, “She Walks In Beauty”
William Shakespeare, “Cleopatra”
Christopher Marlowe, “Was This The Face”
Joseph Beaumont, “Whiteness, Or Chastity”
Anonymous, “Madrigal”
Leigh Hunt, “Jenny Kiss’d Me”
Anonymous, “Verses Copied From The Window Of An Obscure Lodging House”
Thomas Otway, “The Enchantment”
Christopher Marlowe, “The Passionate Shepherd To His Love”
Robert Herrick, “Upon The Nipples Of Julia’s Breast”
Ben Jonson, “Drink To Me Only With Thine Eyes”
Lord Byron, “The Lovers”
Robert Herrick, “To The Virgins, To Make Much Of Time”
Elizabeth Barrett Browning, “Inclusions”
William Butler Yeats, “When You Are Old”
William Wordsworth, “Daffodils”
William Shakespeare, “Take, O, Take Those Lips Away”
Thomas Carew, “Mark How The Bashful Morn”
Anonymous, “Oh! Dear, What Can The Matter Be?”
Alfred Lord Tennyson, “The Miller’s Daughter”
Charles Sackville, “The Fire Of Love”
Sir John Suckling, “The Constant Lover”
John Dryden, “Why Should A Foolish Marriage Vow”
Thomas Moore, “Believe Me, If All Those Enduring Young Charms”
Anonymous, “Love Me Little, Love Me Long”



I am in raptures.

Contrary to what the author says, it would appear that those fine purveyors of the "weird and obscure" - Sort Of Records - do in fact offer a vinyl to CD recording of this camp gem.

Browse their magnificent "cabinet of curiosities".

Here (from an enquiry I made back in 2012 to their email address - SunPK@aol.com) is what they replied about prices:
Most of the collections are $20 and albums are usually $15 or $16. Singles and EPs are usually $8. There's a 10% volume discount for 3 or more at once and 5% off for discs without jewel cases (full set of inserts included). Shipping to the UK is $4 or more depending on the size of the order.

You can Paypal me at sunpk@aol.com or send a cheque or money order (USA only) to:

Sun PK
131 East Ave. #5
Walden, NY 12586

Audio quality is terrific. Inserts are printed on coated matte papers and look excellent. So let me know the titles that interest you and I'll give you a total.
I never did get back to them. Their catalogue is somewhat overwhelming, and at the time I was a little "strapped for cash".

Now I have heard that snippet of Jayne, I may well have to rectify the situation and place an order - Dody Goodman's there, as are Lizabeth Scott, Mae West, Kim Novak, Gypsy Rose Lee, and (errmm) Rock Hudson!

Shopping and Jayne Mansfield. Two favourite pastimes.

Monday, 22 September 2014

It's a look...


This stunning new look in slacks comes from the high 5" waistband, with elastic back for a snug, trim fit... and dramatic sash that ties in front for an extra dashing effect.
Apparently.

Saturday, 20 September 2014

You're born with it

















"I think the quality of sexiness comes from within. It is something that is in you or it isn't and it really doesn't have much to do with breasts or thighs or the pout of your lips."

"You have to be born a sex symbol. You don't become one. If you're born with it, you'll have it even when you're 100 years old."

"Spaghetti can be eaten most successfully if you inhale it like a vacuum cleaner."

"I'm an actress. It's my passion. It's - I've always lived for acting."

"If you haven't cried, your eyes can't be beautiful."


Many happy returns to an icon, 80 years young today.

Sophia Loren (born Sofia Villani Scicolone, 20th September 1934)

Friday, 19 September 2014

The Bad Girl of West Seattle High



"The nicest thing I can say about Frances Farmer is that she is unbearable." - Director William Wyler, after working with her on the film Come and Get It .



"Frances was a rebel when it wasn't fashionable - a free-thinking woman of the '30s and '40s whose outspoken nature, shocking language and anti-social behaviour landed her in jails and mental institutions." - Rita Rose in The Indianapolis Star



"The more people pointed at me in scorn the more stubborn I got and when they began calling me the Bad Girl of West Seattle High, I tried to live up to it." - Frances Elena Farmer (19th September 1913 – 1st August 1970)

Read my blog about the film adaptation of Miss Farmer's tragic life.

Monday, 15 September 2014

An audience with a Dame



Joan Plowright. Dame Joan. Widow of Larry Olivier, multi-award-winning actress of stage and screen, and stalwart of the Royal Court Theatre in Chelsea. In person, on the intimate stage at the Menier Chocolate Factory? In conversation with the fruity stage director (of everything from Shaw to Sondheim) Richard Digby Day? Of course I had to get a ticket for last night's event...

Understandably quite frail (she's 84) - macular degeneration has cost her her sight, unfortunately - Dame Joan is nonetheless in full possession of her faculties. And, with a history in theatre that goes back as long as hers (her début in the West End was in 1954), it needed Mr Digby Day's confident hand to extract the best anecdotes. Coming from a tumultuous Scunthorpe family background (her journalist father and am-dram enthusiast mother had rows of the "plate-throwing" variety, then by the weekend they would have made up and gone together to buy a new set of crockery before taking the family to the theatre) it was inevitable she would end up in drama school, and she did - none other than the Old Vic Theatre School in London.



There she came under the wing of George Devine, a director in the "Angry Young Men" era of Osbourne and Pinter, who became a significant influence in her life. It was he who encouraged her to join the newly-formed English Stage Company at the Royal Court Theatre - from where she had her first starring part, in William Wycherley's The Country Wife. Sir Laurence Olivier was in the audience, who recalled subsequently that he "had eyes for no-one but Joan".

Prior to that first success, she was accepted by Orson Welles for a part in his production of Moby Dick:
"I had auditioned for Orson Welles once for Othello, for Bianca. He walked down the aisle and said, ‘Who are you? You’re very good, who are you?’ I wasn’t anybody of course. Anyway I didn’t get it because there was a Rank starlet who was more newsworthy than me. I didn’t get the part that time but they said, ‘Mr Welles is very impressed and he’ll remember you the next time he’s doing anything’ and he did remember me, when he was going to do this extraordinary version, his own, of Moby Dick where I played the cabin boy, Pip. It sounds extraordinary – but the conception was of a travelling theatre company rehearsing a play that’s just come in a pile of scripts, which is Moby Dick, but originally they were there to rehearse King Lear and I was playing Cordelia. So I was in a long skirt and a bustle [and then had to reappear as a boy]. When he gave out parts there was Peter Sallis, and Patrick McGoohan, and Kenneth Williams, all in this production."
When it actually hit the stage however, she recalled, the whole ambitious production went awry when the lighting engineers kept illuminating the wrong parts of the stage. It was quite a disaster, but greater things were beckoning...

How she ended up playing alongside, then later marrying, Laurence Olivier was an interesting tale. With the success of The Country Wife came an offer from the Boulting brothers not only to take the play to Broadway but also to appear in a film version. Once again, George Devine intervened. Dorothy Tutin had just dropped out of The Entertainer with Larry, and he wanted Joan to take the part of Mrs Rice. She was reluctant: "I didn’t really like Jean Rice very much", but his words swayed her. She recalled that he said:
"'Well, if you do that you will be typecast the rest of your life if you make a success in the film as the Country Wife, and you have more important things to do'. So I did the play.

"And of course the kudos of acting with Laurence Olivier – I didn’t know it was going to go any further than that then – was a huge attraction, naturally."


The rest is history, of course. While both were acting in separate plays in New York in 1961, she alongside Angela Lansbury in A Taste of Honey and he alongside Anthony Quinn in Becket - and with the full collusion of both co-stars, who sneaked them respectively from their houses to waiting cars to take them to the ceremony unseen by paparazzi - Joan and Larry married.

Already the founding director of the renowned Chichester Theatre Company, Sir Laurence was appointed director of the foundling National Theatre in 1963, and so the couple relocated once more to London. The first overseas tour the company undertook was to Cold War Moscow - and Dame Joan had some funny anecdotes about that occasion.

In the hotel where they stayed, apparently one entire floor was staffed by KGB officials. There were microphone "bugs" everywhere, and the company used these to theatrical effect - to complain about the food, in particular. Larry enjoyed (ahem!) the hospitality so much that - to the disdain of the fearsome receptionist, he fell sideways into a towel cupboard before getting to their room, and Joan had to go alone to the official reception with local talents such as Rostropovitch in attendance. The bugging culture was obviously working, as every guest she met knew that he was "unwell" before she could say anything...



"At Home With the Oliviers" was a subject only briefly touched upon. Larry once offered to look after the (early) feeding of their small children while Joan slept, as she was working and he was not. All Joan remembered was waking with a start and heading to the kitchen, to be met with utter bedlam. "Oh, thank heavens you're here!" Larry said, "I'd rather play Othello eight times a week than do this!"

As this fabulous 75-minute "audience with..." drew to a close, Mr Digby Day asked Joan for her views on acting itself, the differences between stage and screen, and what she preferred:
"...it’s very different, you know, in film acting from theatre, because in the theatre you have to project, so things are going to be larger than life. They have to be to reach the back of a theatre. It doesn’t mean to say they’re untrue; they are just, with the help of technique, projected. But in the cinema the camera does the projection so if you do a theatrical performance in front of a camera, it won’t work. It will be false and it’ll look over the top, because you have to exist in front of a camera because it is doing all that work for you."
And her final thoughts on the subject:
“Often we get stuck behind a façade; acting gives us the liberty to explore all aspects of the character we are assuming. We almost become that person.

"Acting is an outlet for comedy and grief, and all the characters inside you."
Here is Dame Joan in one of those classic acting roles - Lady Bracknell in The Importance of Being Earnest (also starring Paul McGann, Rupert Frazer, Amanda Redman and Natalie Ogle):



Read more of Dame Joan's recollections on the occasion of the 50th anniversary of the National Theatre last year.

Dame Joan Ann Plowright, the Baroness Olivier, DBE on Wikipedia.

Friday, 12 September 2014

Actors ought to be larger than life







"An actor who knows his business ought to be able to make the London telephone directory sound enthralling."

"Actors ought to be larger than life. You come across quite enough ordinary, nondescript people in daily life and I don't see why you should be subjected to them on the stage too."

"When I meet people they say 'I thought you put that voice on for TV'. But you can't put on a voice like this - you're just lumbered with it."


RIP a great character... And a great voice!

Sir Donald Sinden CBE FRSA (9th October 1923 - 11th September 2014)

Wednesday, 10 September 2014

The Wise Man



To have been responsible, as director, for one of my all-time favourite films - West Side Story - is an accolade worthy of applause. To also have directed another - The Sound of Music - marks a man out as a genius!

Today we celebrate the centenary of Mr Robert Wise, the genius in question.

[Shamefully, this momentous occasion appears to have gone all but unnoticed in what tattered feeble remnants remain of what was once known as The British Press - so obviously unable to afford proper grown-up journalists these days, replaced by automatons whose only connection with the outside world is Twitter (fine if you happen to be interested in the lives of nonentities such as Rita Ora or Iggy Azalea, or in stupid/outrageous/heart-string-pulling {*strike out as appropriate} YouTube videos), that one might be forgiven for thinking that there were never people with actual talent in the history of the universe.]

Mr Wise began his estimable career back in the 1940s - he was nominated for an Oscar as film editor on Citizen Kane:



By the 50s, he had already created a bit of a reputation for directing dark, menacing films such as The Body Snatcher before adding his special touch to that most iconic of "world-in-peril" movies of the era, The Day the Earth Stood Still - and science fiction obviously remained in his blood, as decades later he won huge accolades for the classic The Andromeda Strain, and went on to bring Star Trek to the big screen.

But it was when he turned his hand to the burgeoning genre of movie musicals in the 60s that his noirish artistry gave way to pure cinematic camp. West Side Story set the bar for big-screen musicals, winning ten Oscars (including one for Mr Wise), and has often been named as the best of its kind in musical history. And no wonder - here's the Gym Mambo:



The Sound of Music, however, eclipsed even that magnificent movie - in commercial success, at least. To date the film has earned at least $300,000,000 worldwide (making it one of the top grossing movies of all time), and for it Mr Wise deservedly won Oscars for Best Director and Best Picture. Here (in case anyone's never seen it before; ha ha) is the official 1965 trailer:



Speaking of camp, another of Mr Wise's notable films, the otherwise completely soulless biographical movie about Gertrude Lawrence Star! - which was a critical and commercial flop - nevertheless (in his hands) provided some spectacularly OTT moments. Such as this one - The Physician:



Robert Wise's sheer range of filmic styles, and his willingness to always take up a challenge (regardless of box office success), has been an acknowledged influence on generations of directors who followed - everyone from Scorsese to Spielberg to M. Night Shyamalan. It is difficult, of course, to "pin down" a recognisably "Robert Wise movie" because of this eclecticism, but, as the great man himself said:

“Some of the more esoteric critics claim that there's no Robert Wise style or stamp. My answer to that is that I've tried to approach each genre in a cinematic style that I think is right for that genre. I wouldn't have approached 'The Sound of Music' the way I approached 'I Want to Live!' for anything, and that accounts for a mix of styles.”

Robert Earl Wise (10th September, 1914 - 14th September 2005)

For more, those fab people over at The Film Experience blog are doing a whole week of tributes to Mr Wise.