Tuesday, August 12, 2014

Lauren Bacall Was a Goddess


Lauren Bacall, who passed away today at 89, was the real deal - a genuine glamor girl who could give as good as she got. Whether asking Bogart if he knew how to whistle, playing mean and low down with Kirk Douglas, or putting Gregory Peck through the hoops, Bacall was never less than glowing. From her screen debut 70 years ago(!) in the classic To Have and Have Not; to How to Marry a Millionaire with two other cinema queens, Betty Grable and Marilyn Monroe; to Harper opposite Paul Newman; to the all-star whodunit, Murder on the Orient Express, Lauren Bacall was an always welcome sight and sound. With her deep, smoky voice and model-thin body, Bacall brought a sexy, seen-it-all, hard on the outside, soft on the inside quality to her best performances. Playing opposite the very best Hollywood had to offer (but Oscar nominated only once for The Mirror Has Two Faces as Barbra Streisand's domineering mother), Bacall made every film she was in special.


In the end, I suppose, Bacall will be remembered best as Humphrey Bogart's last wife, the one who finally made him happy and with whom he had his two children, Stephen and Leslie. They were nicknamed Bogie and Baby due to the extreme age difference (he was 45, she 20 when they met). She traveled to Africa when he made The African Queen and put her own career on hold to have their children in the early 1950s. She made him happy, which is saying a lot. And it wasn't all sunshine and roses (although, to be fair, what marriage is?). Bogie liked to drink and carouse and needle people. It took someone with plenty of fortitude to deal with it all, and Bacall grew up in a hurry. Yet Bogie gave her a life she couldn't imagine: meeting the biggies like Kate Hepburn and Spencer, Sinatra, John Huston, Peter Lorre, Richard Brooks, Howard Hawks, Ernest Hemingway. I suppose she could have met some of them without Bogie (in fact, Hawks discovered her), but Bogie's love and partnership gained her quick acceptance to that world. After he passed on, she always honored his spirit and work. When he died in 1957, Bacall was only 32 - a widow with two youngsters to raise. She was briefly engaged to Sinatra and married Jason Robards with whom she had a son - Sam - who would become an actor.


Never one to be idle for long, Bacall conquered Broadway in Goodbye Charlie, Cactus Flower, Applause, and Woman of the Year. She received Tony Awards for the latter two. While always politically progressive, Bacall was in John Wayne's last film, 1976's The Shootist, and the two became good friends on set. She was voted one of the 25 most significant female stars in film history by the AFI in 1999. I always thought of her as a tough broad, as they use to say, but according to her autobiography, nothing could have been further from the truth. In fact, she was so terrified during the making of To Have and Have Not that she had to keep her head down to stop it from shaking due to nerves, resulting in the famous Bacall "look."

I don't know how to end this because I really don't want to. If I put an amen to it, it will close a chapter I wish were still open. I don't want to say goodbye. I never met her of course, but I feel like I know her well from her movies, her writings, her television talk show appearances. The heavens are getting more crowded with each passing day. Maybe now she will be reunited with her first love. Godspeed, Ms. Bacall. We were lucky to have you as a part of our lives.


Monday, August 11, 2014

Robin Williams, 1951-2014

He had many good roles in several good movies, and my guess is this one wouldn't crack most people's top five, but I have loved The Fisher King since I first saw it, in large part because of Mr. Williams work in it. He made me laugh, then he made me cry.
No one needs me to weigh in on this. Just a goddamn shame.....I really hope you can find peace.

Sunday, August 10, 2014

Under The Influence

The Four Marx Brothers in The Cocoanuts, their 1929 screen debut.
The Marx Brothers, I think it's safe to say, were my first BIG movie influence. Back in 1973, 14 years old, just bitten by the theatre bug, when KTLA channel 5 a TV station broadcast out of Los Angeles, showed The Cocoanuts, Monkey Business, Duck Soup and Horse Feathers on consecutive nights Monday thru Thursday at { I think } 1AM-2:30AM. I don't recall why I wanted to see this madcap comedy team that consisted of four actual brothers. Everyone has a favorite, but mine was Groucho. I had never seen anyone so verbally abusive and funny at the same time. A role model that I still carry with me every day.
With Eva Marie Saint in On The Waterfront, 1954
Brando. What can I say?  I've already done a couple of blog entries on some of his { lesser ? } work, but On The Waterfront was the movie that brought his genius home to my front door. I had previously seen Mutiny on the Bounty, I think, but other than that I was pretty clueless about his work. His portrayal of ham-and-egger Terry Malloy was the first that hit me deep, where I live. This movie and Brando's interpretation of Malloy still resonate with me.
Family portrait : Butch, the Kid and Etta Place
  Butch Cassidy and The Sundance Kid. Butch was the first movie character I really wanted to inhabit. He was so glib and charming { even if he didn't possess all the answers like he thought he did } that, as a ten year old, I couldn't help but fall under his spell. One of the great buddy movies of all-time.
He's a very nosy fella :  Gittes tries to avoid it, but nothing can keep him out of Chinatown.
Jack Nicholson in Chinatown. J.J. Gittes, a descendent of Bogart's Philip Marlowe, part sleuth, part wiseguy/smart ass, who deals in " matrimonial work ". Nicholson's performance here is rich, subtle and varied. It's a demanding part; the dude is in every scene. Helluva piece of work and a character that I keep in mind when I'm in over my head and haven't the foggiest notion what the hell is going on. When my life turns into a mystery, I have J.J. Gittes to help me piece it all together.

The Beatles : The end is nigh. .
 I think everyone who reads this blog knows how I feel about these guys. Best band ever. Period.
The nefarious Prof. Fate!
Jack Lemmon aka Professor Fate from Blake Edwards' The Great Race. Lemmon's dual role as Fate { " push the button Max! " } and the lightly gay Prince Friedrich Hapnick { " brandy, more brandy! " } was a perennial favorite of mine as a youth { the dual roles must have appealed to the Gemini in me }. To this day I can sit in front of the tube and revel in Lemmon's comic mastery in this, along with two more early favorites :  his amazing C.C. Baxter in The Apartment and his wonderful turn as Frank Thurlowe Pulver in Mister Roberts. Lemmon was one of Hollywood's genuinely nice guys that everyone loved, yet there must have been a dark side to him as he supposedly battled a drinking problem. Who'd thunk Jack Lemmon could have demons?
Dean as ranch hand Jett Rink : " Ain't nobody king in this country. "
 I first came under the influence of James Dean on a Sunday night watching East of Eden on a 19 inch black and white television when I was suppose to be sleeping and preparing for another week of high school. Well, I was prepping alright. Studying how to have teenage angst while, somehow, look cool doing it. I got the angst down fairly well { still do, from time to time }, but I never achieved the coolness that I always aspired to. As for Jimmy, I think his Jett Rink in George Stevens' Giant may be my favorite, but it took several years and innumerable viewings to reach this conclusion. It was a reach, a stretch of his talent; a possible precursor to what his future could have been had he not met a different fate on September 30, 1955.

Sinatra as comedian Joe E. Lewis, back when drunks were funny, The Joker is Wild, 1957
Frank. The Voice. The Chairman of the Board. Ol' Blue Eyes. Sinatra was a later influence than the rest of these guys, I came to him when I was twenty. I'd seen a couple of his movies, but it was when I got into his music that everything fell into place. After that it was just a short hop to his work in films and reading nearly everything that's been written about him. I became obsessive about not only his work, but his life as well, reading the { mostly bad } bios, along with one or two good ones { Sinatra in Hollywood by Tom Santopietro, along with Frank : The Voice by James Kaplan are the best }. Sinatra won a Supporting Actor Oscar for From Here To Eternity, which started the great comeback for him, but my three favorites are The Joker Is Wild, Pal Joey and Some Came Running. 
Dylan, hat, flowers and eye liner during the Rolling Thunder Revue days of the mid-70's
Dylan, my last great obsession. I'd never been a great fan of his music until ten years ago I became friends with a band called The Snake, The Cross and The Crown. I had no girl, time on my hands and was ready to cut loose a bit { middle age crazy }, so I spent nearly every weekend with them and every weekend was a party. No matter how slow the evening may begin by night's end { or the day's beginning }, there was sure to be interesting people of all sorts and music was always a big part of the scene. They were all Dylan fans, so I decided to take the plunge and bought { of all things } 1969's down-home family album Nashville Skyline, a work not typical of Dylan at the time, but it had an ease and kind of country-funk that I surprisingly enjoyed. At the time he made this album Dylan was fed up with his persona and decided to turn left at Albuquerque to try to throw off the fanatics. I too was fed up with certain aspects of my life and this seemed a good tonic. After that it was on to the Martin Scorsese doc No Direction Home, his great 60's work, his still-neglected 70's work { his Rolling Thunder Revue being particularly fascinating for me } and discovering that there was more to the guy than a songwriter with a twangy-nasal voice that drive some to distraction. I've been hooked ever since.