Showing posts with label Burt Lancaster. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Burt Lancaster. Show all posts

Thursday, March 16, 2023

Hooray for Hollywood? Volume 2

We're back with another selection of remarks from our recently-procured book "Hollywood on Hollywood." Rather than put the book's cover on another post, I've opted to use Miss Deborah Kerr and one of her apt quotes on Tinseltown. And there are some more selections to follow! 

"The name Hollywood is, to this day, a misnomer-one very small section of an enormous area where many people work in the movie business, but hardly any people who work in that business actually live in Hollywood, as such." -- Deborah Kerr, 1977. (And still true today...!)

"I have thought, since my tours, that we in Hollywood run a great danger of becoming too insular. I know I was near it when I left. Hollywood is such a tight unit in the American scene that a Hollywoodite's map of the world is apt to show one large eastern seaboard area labeled 'New York,' and one west coast section labeled 'Hollywood.' There are a few pin dots scattered over the map reading, 'Sun Valley,' 'Palm Springs,' 'Miami Beach,' 'Bermuda.' The space between is arid waste. There are no dots reading 'Cincinnati,' 'Sioux City,' 'Augusta,' 'Spokane.'" -- Jeanette MacDonald, 1947. (Wow... Very perceptive and prescient. And decades later people on the coasts were still referring to the "flyover country" in-between.)

"I brought Ruth Warrick out to play Mrs. [Citizen] Kane because the part called for a lady. I have not been able to find a lady in Hollywood." -- Orson Welles, 1947. (He certainly did his fair share of looking...!)

The aforementioned Ruth Warrick in Citizen Kane (1941)

"Hollywood is not an easy place for two people to work. When you leave your house, you're both sleepy, since it's the crack of dawn. When you come home, you're exhausted. All you want is an Old-Fashioned and some peace and quiet. The two of you, as a result, are so full of your own problems that you can't help each other at the time when you most should." -- Cornel Wilde, the 1940s. (Wilde was, at the time wed to actress and sometimes costar Patricia Knight - from 1937-1951. Just after their divorce, he wed Jean Wallace in a union that lasted 30 years and many joint projects, but that, too, wound up in divorce.)

"People outside Hollywood don't understand how it is here. It's a battle to maintain a basic integrity; a scrap against bull and baloney. You've got to fight all the time." -- Burt Lancaster, 1949. (Lancaster was already forming a production company in order to maintain more control of his projects and it eventually emerged as Hecht-Hill-Lancaster, a success venture that put forth several notable movies.)

"There's more pressure on you in Hollywood than in New York. On Broadway, you do your performance every night and that's it. Here you have to get up at five in the morning - which is tough on me - in order to get ready in time at the studio. Then you have to rehearse, do your scenes, and you get home late where you have a relaxing dinner and start studying till bedtime. There's no let-up. There's also so much fussing about costumes and makeup and hair all day on the set. That's plausible, I guess, since the camera is on you - if you're lucky enough to get a close-up. One the stage your audience is at least twenty-five feet away." -- Vera-Ellen, 1949. (Vera-Ellen, a spectacular dancer, receded from view in the late-'50s when her sort of musicals were on the wane and a variety of ailments began to affect her physicality. The sudden death of her only child - of SIDS - in 1963 cemented her retirement from public view.)

"Young love deserves a better break on the screen. The over-age stars get all the clinches, while the young actors in Hollywood today - if they're lucky - get the meaningless kiss or two." -- John Derek, 1951. (Derek more than made up for any slights when he presented film after film featuring wife after wife in anything from semi-nudity to outright nakedness on screen! Inset features his costar Jody Lawrance.)

"In Hollywood you do nothing for yourself. You don't even apply your own make-up. You are awakened, taken to the studio, made up. You play your roles in snips and driblets, harassed by delays, interruptions and stupidities. Over the proceedings hangs a pall of indecision, the fear of the studio swami that the work may in some fashion upset a coal miner in West Virginia, a lama in Tibet. Timidity was the screen's curse. It still is. - Tallulah Bankhead, 1952. (From one of the least timid souls on earth...! This did change in the 1960s and '70s, but it's since pendulumed back to focus groups, committees, "correctness," et al, with a few exceptions.)

"Hollywood is full of these watching, waiting helpers, who look for pretty girls in distress. Mostly what they want is to help take your clothes off in their apartments. Many of them do have valuable connections, and will use them-but the asking price is rather high." -- Mamie Van Doren - 1964. (This quote was from her auto-bio "My Naughty, Naughty Life" [likely a play on Errol Flynn's "My Wicked, Wicked Ways."] She would later pen an even more frank book, "Playing the Field.")

"When I first arrived in Hollywood, they told me to get a new name, so I thought back to the best times I had as a kid playing on the tidal land [in Wales]. There was a tannery and old mills. It was really mill land. So I called myself Jack Milland but they said, 'In Hollywood, only dogs are called Jack,' so I looked down a list and picked the shortest name I could find - Ray." -- Ray Milland, 1972. (Milland was born Alfred Jones, January 3rd 1907, in Neath, Glamoran, Wales. Regardless of his desire for "Ray" he was nonetheless billed early on as "Raymond!")

"They treat you so great in Hollywood, make you feel important even if you really aren't. The technician there, you could have them in your home. They're bright they're alert, they're intelligent, they're trying to help you." -- Paul Lynde, 1973. (I wonder if ol' Paul ever had a Key Grip or a Best Boy over for tea and cookies? Ha ha!)

"There's a dismal swamp out there in Hollywood where the money goes and it's never accounted for. I had 5% of Patton (1970), which cost $10 million to make and grossed $40 million, and I've never made a dime." -- George C. Scott, 1974. (Movie accountants have long been noted by many people for their "creativity" with the numbers...!)

"There I was on the screen, a pancaked, lacquered Hollywood purse made out of a Cincinnati sow's ear." -- Doris Day, 1975. (I'm drawn to quotes that include Cincinnati, as that's where I reside. Day was raised not far from my area and the aforementioned Vera-Ellen just blocks from my house! By the way, popular as she was, I think she really blossomed most when they allowed her more natural - often comedic - attributes to come more to light than all the "lacquer.")

"In Hollywood they like you until you're standing on a pedestal and they hand you an Oscar. Then they say, 'How did he get up there? Let's knock him down.'" -- Yul Brynner, 1975. (True as this may be, Yul had it better than many others... And it doesn't seem to have applied to people like Tom Hanks or Meryl Streep, to name more recent recipients.)

"Certainly, there are good marriages in Hollywood, but to imagine that people who are beautiful, and glorified by the camera and publicity, wardrobe and make-up departments and who are thrown together in close proximity day after day; to imagine they don't get involved with each other, especially when the emotional requirements of their scenes are that they be in love with each other- I mean it's not human to believe they don't!" -- Shelley Winters, 1980. (Shelley did know of what she spoke...!)

"I've always enjoyed working in Hollywood. They are so efficient. And it's so exhilarating." -- Vivien Leigh, 1964. "I loathe Hollywood, and for no other part [Scarlett O'Hara] would I have dreamed of signing a contract. All their standards are financial ones. The more I see of Hollywood, the less possible it becomes." -- Vivien Leigh, quoted posthumously in the 1969 book "Vivien Leigh: A Bouquet." (So who knows what to believe....?!)

Friday, July 1, 2022

PRE-United: Unsmooth Sailing

Every so often, we do one of these posts about memorable (to me, at least!) costars and their roles. Anyone who's dipped a toe into The Underworld knows that Airport (1970) is a top ten favorite film of mine. One of its many story threads concerns the unraveling marriage of the airport's general manager, played by Burt Lancaster. As a snowstorm has engulfed the place and one of the airliners is threatened by an unbalanced, bomb-wielding passenger, he must also contend with his demanding wife Dana Wynter.

 

Lancaster is already having a particularly trying night, with picketers over airplane noise, the snowstorm and a jet that's stuck in the snowy ground when Wynter calls to remind him of their engagement that evening. Exasperated, he abruptly ends the call.

He later takes a moment to call her back, after chatting with their daughters for a moment, but now she is seething. "You hung up on me... don't ever do that again."

Her rendition of a compromise is for him to meet her at the event instead of coming home first!

During their argumentative phone conversation, we're shown a variety of vignettes depicting their turbulent marriage.

His boredom at her social-climbing charity events...

...disagreements over his choice of occupation...

...and ruined family dinners as their squabbling affects the children. (Tellingly, though Wynter is ever-unsatisfied with their station in life, a housekeeper is shown behind a swinging door and she is always bedecked in jewelry and Edith Head gowns.)

If he thinks he's off the hook after this second rough phone call, he's got another think coming. Ultimately, she shows up at the airport for another round.

By now the mad bomber scenario has reached a crisis point, but so has his marriage. I remember the first time I saw this movie I could hardly believe how callous and shallow Wynter was in the face of Lancaster's hardships. But women like this do exist, trust me on that one! 

Amazingly enough, though, Wynter is able to bring about some shadings to the role which indicate that she isn't a complete monster. The two wind up in a sad, but less volatile, state than the one in which the evening began. Anyway, he has pert widow Jean Seberg waiting at the next gate for him!

Wynter has her very own tribute here. I loved her voice and her genteel manner. For me, even playing a shrew, she was the picture of elegance in Airport. She's really best known, though, for the exemplary 1956 sci-fi classic Invasion of the Body Snatchers.

Lancaster was quite the dreamboat in his youth and enjoyed a stellar career as a movie actor. He was something of a role model for me in that back in my 20s when I still wondered about pursuing acting as a real career, he had become a huge star after having made his movie debut at the ripe age of 33!

In a way, one could say that Lancaster and Wynter had appeared together in The List of Adrian Messenger (1963) seven years prior to Airport, but as it turns out, Lancaster's heralded, disguised cameo as a picketing woman wound up not even being he! Director John Huston cheated by showing Lancaster unveiling himself at the end while not actually having done the part in the film proper. (And while Wynter's character was around for the scene in question, they shared no screen time anyway.) Frank Sinatra also didn't film his "cameo" either... just the gimmicky "unveiling" at the end. What shit.

Anyway, one must go further back in time to discover when Lancaster and Wynter were first united on screen. Here we see a typically boisterous Lancaster in the prologue for the 1952 swashbuckler The Crimson Pirate

On board a sailing vessel, a sneering Baron (Leslie Bradley) is entertaining a well-heeled lady-friend played by Wynter in one of her earliest roles.

She is bored to tears by him and his boat. But not for long!

In a flash, Lancaster has dropped in!

He's soon followed, natch, by his li'l partner in crime Nick Cravat.

Wynter thinks she might pull one over on Lancaster and begins to unearth a small pistol covered with a handkerchief.

But he isn't having it...

After wrestling it out of her grasp...

He plants a kiss on the glamorous lady (who's no longer bored, anyway!)

Lancaster show Wynter the business end of his gun.

Bradley gets a taste of it, too.

There's no bloodshed, though. The movie is generally filled with devil-may-care, frolicsome fun.

Lancaster takes over the ship and that's the last he sees of Ms. Wynter (until 18 years later in Airport!)

As I've noted in past posts, Cravat was Lancaster's acrobatic partner back in their days of live performance. He appears in many movies which starred Lancaster and even pops up as a passenger in Airport.  Lancaster never truly lost his New York accent, but Cravat's must have been even thicker because his character here was depicted as mute in order to prevent his true voice from upsetting the verisimilitude!

The two of them frolic around with a notable lack of clothing.

"Whattya think of my basket?"

They even have one sequence in drag! Take THAT Adrian Messenger.

At this stage, pushing 40, Lancaster was nonetheless a bronzed, athletically-impressive god of the silver screen.

Note how in the prologue, filmed after the rest of the movie, his hair was back to it's natural dishwater brown.

In one sequence of Pirate, he had the chance to doll up in period finery and flash that infectious grin.

As Truvy said, "Time marches on..." and the intervening years had taken their cruel toll by 1970. (He probably should have ditched the big hair by this point.)

I greatly preferred the closer-cropped look he was sporting in The Swimmer (1968), a terrific little film, just two years prior.

In any case, I hope you enjoyed this little stream-of consciousness post connecting the dots between these two performers.

And now we're setting sail for the long Independence Day weekend. Till next time, mateys!