All the boys loved Joanie

"I think the most important thing a woman can have - next to talent, of course, is... her hairdresser."

It's Joan Crawford's birthday, bitches!

All hail.

Joan Crawford (born Lucille Fay LeSueur, 23rd March 1904 - 10th May 1977)

The ideal deterrent

I told you to keep your distance!

It's Joan Crawford's birthday! All hail.

I have to break this "social isolation" today to go to the shops. I think I may have found the perfect protective mask...

You're nothing but a railroad tramp. You're not fit to live among decent people!

"If you remember, McGyvers gave me 24 hours to close. I drew out my own money, paid off my boys... and I'm closed. You can't buy a drink or turn a card. I'm sitting here in my own house, minding my own business, playing my own piano. I don't think you can make a crime out of that."

"That's a lot of man you're carryin' in those boots, stranger! You know, there's something about a tall man makes people sit up and take notice."

"A man can lie, steal... and even kill. But as long as he hangs on to his pride, he's still a man. All a woman has to do is slip - once. And she's a "tramp!" Must be a great comfort to you to be a man."

"There's only two things in this world that a 'real man' needs: a cup of coffee and a good smoke."

"Never seen a woman who was more of a man. She thinks like one, acts like one, and sometimes makes me feel like I'm not."

Emma: "I'm going to kill you."
Vienna: "I know. If I don't kill you first."

Continuing a month of birthday celebrations, John-John's treat was for me, he and Madam Arcati to go to the British Film Institute on the South Bank yesterday (Tuesday) to see a rare big-screen showing for the Joan Crawford classic Johnny Guitar - and what a masterpiece of over-emoting, garishly-coloured, camp melodrama it is!

Arch-critic Roger Ebert described the film thus (and who are we to disagree?):

No money was lavished on the production. The action centres on a two-story saloon "outside town," but we never even see "town," except for a bank facade and interior set. So sparse are the settings that although the central character (Joan Crawford) plays the tavern owner and goes through a spectacular costume charge, we never see her boudoir - she only appears on a balcony above the main floor, having presumably emerged from the sacred inner temple.

A cheap Western from Republic Pictures, yes. And also one of the boldest and most stylized films of its time, quirky, political, twisted. Crawford bought the rights to the original novel, Nicholas Ray signed on to direct, and I wonder if they even openly spoke of the movie's buried themes. One is certainly bisexualism; Crawford's tavern-owner Vienna is, it is claimed, in love with "Johnny Guitar" (Sterling Hayden), but has not seen him in five years. She effortlessly turns tough hombres into girly-men, and her bartender observes to Johnny, "I never met a woman who was more man."

Her arch-enemy Emma (Mercedes McCambridge) is allegedly in love with "The Dancin' Kid" (Scott Brady) and is jealous because he is allegedly in love with Vienna ("I like you, but not that much," Vienna tells him). But there is hardly a moment when Emma can tear her eyes away from Vienna to glance at the Kid. All of the sexual energy is between the two women, no matter what they say about the men. Crawford wanted Claire Trevor for the role, but the studio, perhaps having studied the script carefully, insisted on McCambridge, who was not a lesbian but played one, as they say, in the movies.

That casting led to more Crawford bitch legends, as on the day when she threw McCambridge's costume in the middle of a highway. The chemistry of loathing is palpable, as it was between Crawford and Bette Davis in Whatever Happened to Baby Jane. Both women wear fetishistic black leather, silk and denim costumes that would have been familiar enough to students of 1954 pornography: The tightly corseted waists, the high boots, the long shirts, the tight bodices, the lash of lipstick; give us Meg Myles in Satan in High Heels.

McCambridge, said to be a "cattle baron" (not baroness), dominates her posse of cowboys and lackeys, standing before them in a wide, challenging stance. She's shorter than they are, but is always strutting in the front while they almost cower. Crawford often appears from above on her balcony, worshipped by the camera in low-angle, adored by her loyal employees, ordering Sam, her croupier, "Spin the wheel. I like the way it sounds."

Unkindly, but understandably, some of our audience at the BFI sniggered at the more preposterous moments. As another critic observed:

Just watching the sparring between Crawford and McCambridge is enough to send you over the moon. As for the movie, it’s an absurdist’s dream — in one scene in which guns are drawn and tensions are high, the strapping Hayden enters the bar with a delicate tea cup in his hand. You watch the scene thinking, “Oh, no he didn’t.” But he did.

Everyone in this film is larger-than-life - apart from the cowering "menfolk" of the mysteriously otherwise invisible town. Miss Crawford gives the performance of her life, acting for all the world as if she were in a top-billing George Cukor or Carol Reed masterpiece rather than a cheap Western; Miss McCambridge practically chews the scenery as she quivers and grimaces, spitting her venomous lines with relish; Mr Hayden barely suppresses a laugh as he assumes the "romantic cowboy hero" role normally reserved for John Wayne or Randolph Scott; and Ernest Borgnine is, well, Ernest Borgnine, really.

We tittered ourselves at the plastic rocks, the wonky sets, the "homing horse" that leads the posse to the "magic" waterfall behind which the gang's hideout is located, the name "Johnny Logan" [famously shared by the unashamedly MOR two-time winner of Eurovision], the shonky acting of the minor villains, the complete bewilderment of the real-life redneck Ward Bond at being cast as an emasculated brute in what was obviously a carefully-crafted cinematic dig at his beloved McCarthyites and their "witch-hunts", and, of course, the least convincing band of "outlaws" in Western movie history - a "Dancin' Kid", a Borgnine, a sickly and bookish Royal Dano, and... a character called "Turkey" with the face of Debbie Reynolds?!



There was plenty to titter at, to be sure. But, absurdist or not, we loved every single moment of it!

Especially the piano scene:

Johnny Guitar - piano

...and, of course, the sublime theme tune by Peggy Lee [the "best" version of which, incidentally, we heard performed - sorry, ululated - by the house band at the Etap Hotel in Luxor in Egypt; but that's another story!]:

Peggy Lee - Johnny Guitar

Play the guitar, play it again, my Johnny
Maybe you're cold but you're so warm inside
I was always a fool for my Johnny
For the one they call Johnny Guitar
Play it again, Johnny Guitar

What if you go, what if you stay, I love you
But if you're cruel, you can be kind, I know
There was never a man like my Johnny
Like the one they call Johnny Guitar

There was never a man like my Johnny
Like the one they call Johnny Guitar
Play it again, Johnny Guitar



Johnny Guitar on IMDB

FOOTNOTE:
Some crazed fans inspired geniuses even created a musical based on the film. I don't think it got very far. Shame. Such is camp, I suppose...

Joan's having a buffet

It's Miss Crawford's birthday, bitches!



...she thanks everyone for her two thoughtful gifts.

Joan Crawford (born Lucille Fay LeSueur, 23rd March 1905)

Inspired by Dolores Delargo Towers...

"Show Girl"


"Hollywood Affairs"


"Hollywood Hassle"

...these rather marvellous creations are the work of Robert "Bobby" Woods, a pop artist from London now residing in South Africa.

A little while ago I received a private message via my YouTube account from him: "I came across your blog Dolores Delargo Towers - Museum of Camp, as I am working on a new piece using Bette Midler as Deloris Delargo. I was having trouble trying to make this work until I saw your blog, it has lots of fabulous old star glamour. I would like to feature you and your blog in the tag.."

Of course, I said yes - and these are the result. I am flattered! They are gorgeous.

Visit Bobby's pop.art.place pages on Instagram for more.

Smile!

...It's Miss Crawford's birthday, bitches!

Show.

Those.

Teeth.

Joan Crawford (born Lucille Fay LeSueur, 23rd March 1904 – 10th May 1977)

It's all about the Women

• "You simply must see my hairdresser, I DETEST whoever does yours."
• "She’s got those eyes that run up and down a man like a searchlight."
• "Get me a bromide - and put some gin in it."
• "He almost stood me up for his wife!"
• "Isn’t that (nail polish) divine? Jungle red!" "Looks like you’ve been tearing at somebody’s throat!"
• "Oh, poor creatures. They’ve lost their equilibrium because they’ve lost their faith in love. Oh l’amour, l’amour."
• "Where I spit no grass grows ever!"
• "Oh, she can’t help it. It’s just her tough luck that she wasn’t born deaf and dumb."
• "When anything I wear doesn’t please Stephen, I take it off."
• "There is a name for you, ladies, but it isn’t used in high society... outside of a kennel!"

It's International Women's Day again.

Xmas with the Crawfords

Better eat your din-dins!

...and don't get too close to that knife.

Felicitations, dear reader.

It's Mothers' Day...

...hope you remembered.

She won't be happy if you didn't!

Mothering Sunday

I think today should be...

...a "Say Something Hat Day" - don't you?!!


Greer Garson


Anjelica Huston


Jean Harlow


Daphne Guinness


Joan Crawford

Born in front of a camera

One hundred and ten years ago, Miss Joan Crawford was born.

Bow before her.

"I never go outside unless I look like Joan Crawford the movie star. If you want to see the girl next door, go next door."

"I have always known what I wanted, and that was beauty... in every form."

"I think that the most important thing a woman can have - next to talent, of course - is her hairdresser."

"I was born in front of a camera and really don't know anything else."

"I am just too much."

Joan Crawford (born Lucille Fay LeSueur, 23rd March 1904 – 10th May 1977)

Thought for the Day

Mothering Sunday

Glamour went with her, and so did I

Famous for his bold, dramatic styles, Gilbert Adrian became MGM Studios' top designer during the 30s aand 40s. He caused a fashion frenzy by the introduction of shoulder pads, and created the most glamorous clothes in the world for the likes of Joan Crawford, Marlene Dietrich, Jean Harlow and Norma Shearer. He also designed the legendary ruby slippers Dorothy wore in The Wizard Of Oz. His favourite "model", however, was Greta Garbo.







Adrian left the "studio system" in 1941 to set up his own independent fashion house, saying:

"It was because of Garbo that I left MGM. In her last picture they wanted to make her a sweater girl, a real American type. I said, 'When the glamour ends for Garbo, it also ends for me. She has created a type. If you destroy that illusion, you destroy her.' When Garbo walked out of the studio, glamour went with her, and so did I."

Gilbert Adrian (Adrian Adolph Greenberg, 3rd March 1903 — 13th September 1959)

Unlikely conversations - when legends meet...

Jayne Mansfield, Liza Minnelli, Mitzi Gaynor, Kaye Ballard


Joan Crawford, Judy Garland

...but what did they find to talk about?

It's snowing out there...

...keep warm, folks!