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Does anyone know if this movie will be produced on DVD?

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Rumor -- and that's all it is, at this stage -- has it that 20th is considering a Clifton Webb box set, which frankly surprises me a little as he is not today remembered on a par with the usual box-set stars of the past (e.g., Bogart, Flynn, Cagney, etc.).

Anyway, this rumor started with the supposed inclusion of STARS AND STRIPES FOREVER, Webb's 1952 turn as John Phillip Sousa, in said set. IF such a set ever does appear, WOMAN'S WORLD would be a logical disc for inclusion -- in fact, for the reasons shearerchic notes below, it was a big enough film to stand alone. Fox has been pretty good about releasing its library, so there's a good chance that, one way or another, WW will make it to DVD. Perhaps other titles for such a box set might include DREAMBOAT, BOY ON A DOLPHIN and ELOPEMENT (?). When you consider that Fox released Webb's last and probably lousiest film, SATAN NEVER SLEEPS (1962), on DVD, it's a mystery why better ones such as WOMAN'S WORLD remain unavailable. And where are his trio of "Mr. Belvedere" films, starting with his Oscar-nominated performance in the first, SITTING PRETTY? Now there's a set.

It's a shame that back in VHS days Fox never released its CinemaScope films in widescreen editions (except toward the end of VHS, and then only a handful of epics). For the studio which initiated the widescreen revolution in Hollywood, its adamant refusal to do so (including WOMAN'S WORLD) was infuriating. Fortunately, all their DVD releases of widescreen films are letterboxed (except for the 1930 [!] John Wayne epic flop, THE BIG TRAIL, which was shot in an early widescreen process called Grandeur; the film is run on the Fox Movie Channel letterboxed, but for some reason the DVD is standard only).

Two notes about Clifton Webb: all his sound films (all made from 1944-1962) were done for 20th Century Fox; he never made a film outside this, his home studio. Also, Webb was originally supposed to star in JOURNEY TO THE CENTER OF THE EARTH (1959), but his doctors ordered him to rest due to exhaustion -- he had just completed two lesser films released that year, THE REMARKABLE MR. PENNYPACKER and HOLIDAY FOR LOVERS, and his health, at 68, was a bit fragile. James Mason got the role instead -- and was, quite honestly, better suited to the part than Webb. But it would have given Webb his one big hit in this, the final phase of his career.

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FilmSon, my friend, I can always rely on you for many kind and thoughtful words -- they are much appreicated.

Actually, per a Webb box set, a lot of his stuff is already out on DVD, so I'd hope that such a set would include only titles thus far not released. As I'm sure you know, among his available titles are LAURA, THE DARK CORNER (a very nifty and underrated film, from Fox's film noir series), THE RAZOR'S EDGE (probably C.W.'s best performance), CHEAPER BY THE DOZEN, TITANIC, THREE COINS IN THE FOUNTAIN, THE MAN WHO NEVER WAS and SATAN NEVER SLEEPS (the New York Times's mini-review of that film was, "He will, if he ever sees this."!). This list is all from memory, so I may have skipped something.

Besides his best actor AA nom for SITTING PRETTY, he had two supporting nom's, for LAURA and THE RAZOR'S EDGE. I always thought he should have won for LAURA, but the Academy settled on the gloppy-gooey GOING MY WAY to shower its biggest awards on that year (1944) -- shutting out the pic that should have won, Zanuck's own obsessive favorite of any film he ever made, before or after: WILSON, his massive, $4 million epic on the life of the 28th president -- the second most expensive picture ever made up to that time, after, of course, GONE WITH THE WIND. But Barry Fitzgerald won for his pixie-priest role in GMW. (Alexander Knox should have won for best actor, and Henry King for director, all for WILSON, too.)

Oridnarily Clifton should have, and I think would have, won for RAZOR'S EDGE, which as I say is probably his best performance. But that year, '46, the Oscar went to Harold Russell, the former sergeant who'd lost his hands in a grenade explosion in training, for playing the handless sailor in THE BEST YEARS OF OUR LIVES. He was actually very good, and no one in Hollywood begrudged him the Oscar, including his competitors. (Off-subject again: Harold Russell was an instructor at an army base in North Carolina when he had his accident -- and the date was June 6, 1944 -- D-Day, 3000 miles away. So sadly ironic.)

Agree with you about the Belvedere films. Most reviewers liked 'Rings the Bell' a little better than 'Goes to College' but I too disagree. But there's a curious thing at the end of 'Rings the Bell' (and by the way, Clifton at 60 supposed to be 45? -- sorry!), and next time you see it see what you think. When Belvedere's leaving the retirement home, and saying good-bye to all the inmates, he pats the face of one very eldery lady, who we haven't seen before and who has no lines, and tells her, in an especially loving way, "Be a good girl." I've always wondered whether that might not have been Clifton's mother, who lived with him in Hollywood and, in her first years there, attended all the parties with her (gay) son? Apparently they were a much in-demand "couple" on the film colony party circuit, as Mrs. Hollenbeck (Webb's real last name) was quite acerbic and fun to be around, I understand. Maybe I'll check out the IMDb site for 'Rings' and see if they say anything. There was supposed to have been a fourth Belvedere movie, with Belvedere the lone hold-out on a jury, centering on its deliberations and Belvedere's unmasking the real criminal. But for whatever reason the studio shelved the story and it never got made. A real shame -- it sounds miles ahead of 'College' or 'Rings' -- 12 Angry Cliftons, ahead of its time!

One of my favorite Webb films was THE MAN WHO NEVER WAS. I showed that at my summer film forum two years ago and everybody loved it (despite a God-awful performance by Gloria Grahame). Have you seen that (as if I had to ask!)? I used that occasion to tell a story I'd found in Noel Coward's published diaries, which I perused in a book store one day in the early 80s. I checked the index and when I saw Webb's name read that passage. Apparently the two men were friends, and over Christmas 1961 Webb was visiting Coward at the latter's home in Jamaica. According to Coward's diary entry from later that night, one evening Webb broke down blubbering and crying, carrying on about the fact that he'd turned 70 the month before, and begging Coward to tell him he didn't look it. As Coward wrote in his diary a few hours later, "Of course, the poor dear looks 90, but naturally one had to say that one couldn't believe it." (Quotation approximate, from reading it back in 1981!) Anyway, that story brought down the house! I also used it to settle the ongoing dispute, which I brought up that night, about Webb Parmallee Hollenbeck's actual birth date: November 19, 18-what? Four years have been variously listed: 1896, 1893, 1891, 1889. IMDb says 1889, but that seems too early, and they're wrong sometimes. 1896 was plainly studio folderol. That leaves '91 or '93. Since Clifton himself blabbed that he'd turned 70 in Nov. 1961, that's good enough for me: 1891 it is.

I learned that business about JOURNEY TO THE CENTER OF THE EARTH reading an even-then old (1959) Newsweek in Georgetown U.'s library stacks when I was a student there -- they didn't even mention the title, calling it only "a science fiction movie starring Pat Boone" -- which pretty much narrows it down!

I sign off soliciting your opinons on two subjects, both about WOMAN'S WORLD (appropriately!). How did you like June Allyson's character? I'll tell you straight off she was the worst, most off-putting part of the movie, for me -- just too overdone -- not all her fault, it was the script, but even so. She was better in the same year's other, and much better, business drama, EXECUTIVE SUITE (which is coming out on DVD 10/30). And how about that theme song? I like many of the songs from old movies but this one is, shall we say, icky.

Oh, and here's a general Webb trivia question: in which of his films was his character called (obviously quite intentionally), "Mr. Parmallee"? No fair looking up each film on IMDb!

I did like the new Gifford cars in WOMAN'S WORLD, however...especially the cars of the future. Whatever happened to that future, anyway?

Check out the trivia section on this site, about the portrait in Webb's trophy room -- immodestly, I put it there, and think you might find it amusing.

Sorry to go on forever, FilmSon -- you bring out the trivia-junkie in me. But thanks for reading, and again, for your kind words. You're no slouch yourself!

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I'm very glad you knew all about the relationship between Coward and Webb -- I'd heard of, but completely forgotten, Noel's line about "being orphaned at 70!" Catty, yes, but all in all, rather sad.

Oh, I checked out the MR. BELVEDERE RINGS THE BELL site after posting yesterday, but no dice -- no mention of Maybelle. But no indication as to who the lady may have been. I'm probably wrong, but the whole passage was just so odd.

On WW...You make an excellent point about having Gifford Motors located in NYC -- that always struck me as very strange since of course Detroit would have been the obvious locale, and NY is not noted for auto manufacturing. But I can't see the prospect of moving to Detroit, even in the pre-riot '50s, an occasion for stepping up in class -- even if you came from Dallas or Kansas City! Actually, there was a GM plant in the NYC suburbs until a few years ago, so I guess the possibility of the guys touring the plant is a reasonable one. Also, of course, "Gifford" is a variation of "Ford", so it was easy to pretend the Fords seen in the film (and provided, as the end note in the film states, courtesy of the Ford Motor Corp.) were "Gif-Fords". I wonder if Mr. Gifford had an illegitiamte son named Edsel?

I also liked that model of a car that literally parallel parked itself -- extending its axle and wheels over to the curb, then sliding the car into the spot. Seems cumbersome, but apparently it must've been a real concept Ford was toying with in '54.

Also, Arlene Dahl was the wrong partner in that marriage to try to seduce Clifton, but then he was provided with that portrait wall....

If you ever see the '59 Fox film THE BEST OF EVERYTHING, they reuse some of the shots from WW (of Fred & Lauren's car driving in from Philly) during that film's opening credits; and those WW and other shots from BEST OF were reused yet again for the opening credits in a b&w '62 Fox film called MADISON AVENUE, with Dana Andrews. Stock footage is a wonderful time-saver.

I'm hoping Fox, which as I've said is pretty good about releasing its library, will put out not only WW before too long, but WILSON as well. I thought 2008 would be a good year to release the latter since it's a presidential election year. You should definitely try to find WILSON sometime. It was on VHS and might still be found in that format for rent, but considering its importance as the "prestige picture" of 1944 -- as it was acknowledged even at the time -- I think 20th should take advantage of the opportuniy and put it out on DVD. You have to be a political aficionado (as I am) to really appreciate WILSON (or maybe just tolerate it!), but it is a superb film, and no question as to where all the money went. Zanuck and his friend Wendell Willkie had both been great admirers of Wilson and thought it imperative that America not repeat the mistakes it made after WWI, retreating back into isolationism after WWII, and partly at Willkie's suggestion Zanuck made WILSON as both a tribute to the man and a caution to the country for the looming postwar period. The film skips over the less flattering parts of Wilson's character, which were generally not known at the time anyway, such as his marital infidelity during his first marriage and his extreme racism: you'll recall Wilson's famous remark after screening THE BIRTH OF A NATION at what he no doubt considered the aptly-named White House in 1915: "It's like history written with lightning...and the sad part is that it's all so terribly, terribly true!" Wilson was not inimical to the Klan. Still, the film is pretty true to the record and is certainly an enormous accomplishment. I've always liked it since I was a kid, and I actually think it gets better with repeated viewings. A lot to sit through for some, at 154 minutes, but well worth it -- especially for a film buff and someone so well-informed and with such varied interests as you, my friend!

When I showed THE MAN WHO NEVER WAS at my film forum in 2005, I singled out Stephen Boyd for praise, as this was his first breakthrough role (BEN-HUR was his biggest boost, of course), and arguably his finest performance. He was a good example of someone whose career goes along nicely until he suddenly falls through one of those trap doors lurking in Hollywood; in Mr. Boyd's case, after about 1966 his roles plummeted in quality, though he stayed active on TV; but most of his movies from the late 60s were cheapies made in Europe (my favorite title of these: KILL! KILL! KILL! KILL!; known in the US under the comparatively restrained title, KILL! Bloodthirsty Europeans!). He was big on physical fitness but a smoker and as you know collapsed and died on the golf course in Palm Springs in June 1977 at 48 (he would have turned 49 on the Fourth of July). Too bad. Did you know that Boyd was one of the leading candidates for the role of James Bond in 1961, before Connery was picked? He would have been an okay choice, but I fear far too conventional a star to be as interesting or successful as Sean C.; I doubt the series would have lasted as long or as well, being seen as just another standard film project, using such an established actor in the part. It needed a "new" face.

Harold Russell got two Oscars for BEST YEARS: he was awarded a special one "for bringing hope and courage to his fellow veterans" for his role, an award that was voted because no one thought he'd actually win the competitive Oscar for BSA. It was the former Oscar he sold in the mid-90s to pay for his wife's operation; he kept the supporting actor award. I understand he got $60,000 for it, and I believe it was Steven Spielberg who bought it, then donated it to the Academy. Under rules adopted by the Academy in 1950, a winner may not sell his Oscar without giving the Academy the right of first refusal to buy the statuette for $1 (very !#@&%#! generous of them). But this stricture doesn't apply to pre-1950 winners, so Russell was free to do as he pleased with it. Do you know, after all Russell had sacrificed for his country, the Academy fought him tooth and nail on selling the thing -- though they had no legal standing to stop him -- and Academy president Karl Malden made the insulting offer that, if Russell didn't sell the Oscar, or gave it to the Academy, they'd consider making him a low-interest loan of up to $20,000 for his wife's medical care. Just amazingly rotten and insensitive, besides being a slap in the face! I'm glad it worked out as it did, all around. Russell died in late January, 2002, two weeks after his 88th birthday -- after having spent nearly 2/3 of his life without hands. He was a good and brave man and certainly deserved better from the Academy.

Okay..."Mr. Parmallee" was the name of Webb's character in BOY ON A DOLPHIN (1957), notable mainly for being Sophia Loren's American film debut (she was third-billed after Alan Ladd and Webb). He played a millionaire art collector after the titular statue, and Ladd an honest antiquities presevationist trying to rescue it for the Greek government, and win the equally titular Sophia, as a Greek fishing girl. Only a so-so movie, with the embarrassment of several scenes -- one at a cafe in particular -- where Ladd is shown (from the neck up) towering over Sophia, who was 5'8" vs. Alan's 5'5" (tops); he always stood on boxes, or others (as Sophia in this case) in ditches, to make him look taller. It must have been very humiliating for him.

Meantime, I'm eagerly awaiting next week's release of EXECUTIVE SUITE, one of my faves. Hope WW joins it on the shelves before too long!

Once more, thank you for reading and contributing so many interesting facts and topics, all over the boards. Back to you soon, I hope -- and stay clear from those CA fires.

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I'm so out of it that I'd forgotten (and failed to notice on these message boards) that, besides posting that bit about the Gene Tierney portrait in the trivia section, I'd also posted it as a thread on this site! I remember doing both becuase I wondered whether anyone would ever look at the trivia section, where mine was the first, and so far only, entry for this film.

I did read your thread about Margalo Gilmore, and funny, it was just a day or so after I'd seen ELOPEMENT on the Fox Movie Channel (which, as I recall from one of our exchanges a few months back, you don't receive). Frankly a rather weak movie, a bit cutesy, and an odd sort of comedy in that it's basically just one long car chase. I thought Charles Bickford was utterly wasted in that one, and way too old to be convincing as Tommy Rettig's father! Miss Gilmore's other notable movie role was as Grace Kelly's mother in HIGH SOCIETY (1956). If I recall she was born in 1896 and died in 1986, a good long life.

Speaking of comparative longevity, until June Allyson's death in 2006 all the leading ladies in WOMAN'S WORLD were still alive, while all the men had long since passed away (I exclude Miss Gilmore, and Elliot Reid, who is still around at 87, as they weren't "leads"). There was a prominent producer, I believe at MGM, but for the life of me who it was escapes me now, who, when he published his memoirs in the late 80s (I think), said that the only actress he'd ever been tempted to have an affair with in all his years in the business was Arlene Dahl, whom he called the most ravishingly beautiful woman he'd ever seen. However, he said he always remained faithful to his wife. She probably made him say that! But it's so frustrating not remembering who this was -- and it's someone fairly prominent, too. I'd like to say the late Pandro S. Berman, but I'm probably wrong. Do you know?

I never much liked THE BEST OF EVERYTHING, though it has a few neat shots of NYC at the end of the 50s, and since I was born here (though I haven't lived in the city for decades) I find these cool. Hope L. was gorgeous and I remember how shocked I was when she died in 2003 at just 70 -- another talented actress whose career never quite developed as successfully as it should have, especially after her Oscar nomination for PEYTON PLACE. She was married to Don Murray from about 1957-1962 or so, when they divorced in part because she was having an affair with Glenn Ford, of all people. (It was Glenn's insistence on casting her in Frank Capra's last film, POCKETFUL OF MIRACLES, in 1961, and other attendant interference and arguments between the two men -- Ford co-produced the film, which was not very good either -- that caused the high-strung Capra to quit the business for good, though he made a couple of tentative efforts at a comeback that never materialized, for similar reasons. He was supposed to direct MAROONED, of all improbable things, in the late 60s, for example.) Anyway, back to Hope...about ten years after their divorce, she and Murray took over the roles in the Broadway play "Same Time, Next Year", in which they had to spend much of the play in bed together (no on-stage sex, just talk, but still...), and they both in interviews joked about how odd it was for them to be doing this when they had been a real-life couple years before.

Agree with you about Ladd, he did look bad in those last few years, very jowly, with that odd-looking neck of his. He always had such a slight build, apart from being short, that his head seemed outsized for his body, and I think the contrast got worse as the years went by. Interesting you mentioned ONE FOOT IN HELL because I've also watched that recently (Encore Western Channel and Fox too!), and besides his head problems something else I found odd. Did you notice how in most scenes he kept this fixed, rather odd grin on his face throughout? I don't think it was because of his role so much as I recall seeing him with a similarly frozen grin in some other films of the period. It looked a little disconcerting, I must say. I liked ONE FOOT pretty well, and felt if they'd taken just a bit more care with it they'd have had a winner -- it just misses the mark of being outstanding, IMO. But good, and Ladd is unaccustomedly and unredeemably vicious, so an interesting role for him. And speaking of Don Murray...! (I also liked his leading lady, Dolores Michaels, who frankly I've never heard of -- I thought she was good and quite sexy!)

But on Ladd, check out a thread on SHANE that I and others wrote on a few months ago, about his not being nominated for an Oscar for this, his best performance; you might find it interesting. And speaking of WW's June Allyson, did you know that she and Ladd had a torrid affair in 1955 while they were co-starring in THE MCCONNELL STORY at Warner? Apparently the two just hit it off something fierce, to the point where they were each prepared to divorce their spouses to marry (Dick Powell, Allyson's posthumous attempts to redeem him notwithstanding -- including insisting that he be referred to as "Richard", which nobody ever did in real life -- was apparently an emotionally abusive husband). But finally they decided that it would be just too devastating to too many people, so called it off, but they remained the great love of one another's lives.

And I do think that Fox will eventually release WILSON onto DVD. I was quite surprised when they put it out on VHS, so it would seem a logical candidate for disc...especially when you consider all the junk they HAVE put out on DVD! (And for that matter, where's ONE FOOT IN HELL? No one's even run that on TV in widescreen yet -- normal for Encore, but Fox usualy does, but hasn't.)

Thanks for more interesting and fact-filled posts, FilmSon. You're one of the best posters I've encountered on IMDb (and not because you're also so generous with your compliments!).

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I almost mentioned Anne Francis, my friend -- but leave it to you to express it so aptly! She was indeed this terrific beauty, and a bit tough too, and one of the great, and underrated, sex symbols of the 50s and 60s. Of course, the part everyone most remembers her for is her role in FORBIDDEN PLANET (1956) -- surely the oddest Shakespearean adaptation ever! -- but she had a pretty good run for well over 30 years, and beyond, although the last part of her career was almost exclusively on TV. Her time at Fox in the early fifties was I gather a rather trying time for her, not getting roles she really liked, and she did much better after transferring to MGM by '54.

You surely remember a much better Fox comedy she starred in a year after ELOPEMENT, called DREAMBOAT? This was a pretty funny comedy about a silent film star, now happily ensconced as an English teacher at a university, whose bygone career, which he'd hoped he'd put behind him, as a silent film "dreamboat" catches up with him when his old films are broadcast on that new infernal medium, television. Anne plays the intellectual, ice-princess daughter of the hero, played by -- Clifton Webb! What was it about Webb that they thought he looked a natural fit for playing Anne Francis's father?! Ginger Rogers was Webb's co-star, his ex-leading lady from the 20s now embarked on her own career. Of course, this didn't add up either, as Ginger (born 1911) was too young to have starred in silents, and she certainly looked glamorous here, in 1952 (when in real life she was 41) -- vs. Clifton's obviously aged counterpart -- at best, a guy in his 50s.

Still, the film worked, and of course the reserved Miss F. finds love and romance and a life outside academia, courtesy young Jeffrey Hunter, who romances her for his advertising agency bosses as a ploy to derail Webb's efforts to keep his old films off the air, but finally finds her scintillating and sexy and marries her for real. And there's a much better payoff than in ELOPEMENT, even though the ending plays on similar themes. Remember how, in ELOPEMENT, Webb in the final scene is sitting back (or should I say, sitting pretty?) in a big reclining chair, explaining to Bickford that his daughter knows all about science (the repressed intellectual again), can cook "infrared eggs" (shades of microwaving -- in 1951!), and "as for children - her favorite film is 'Cheaper by the Dozen!'" -- a thoroughly unsubtle reference to CW's hit of the year before? Well, in DREAMBOAT, Clifton wins his case to keep his old films off the air, but his university fires him for the notoriety he brought upon the hallowed halls of academe, and in desperation he signs a contract to go back into films -- which he rubs in Ginger's nose, as her effort to capitalize on their old films is now in ruins. Jump ahead several months, and they're all attending the premiere of the Webb character's "new" film -- SITTING PRETTY! In DREAMBOAT, it's a hit, of course, and at the fade-out Webb, gloating over Ginger, learns that she has bought out his contract and now owns him! A funny payoff, and altogether a far superior film to ELOPEMENT. (But I'm sure I'm not telling you anything you don't already know! This is for everybody else.)

As for the divine Miss Francis, here's one: when she landed a supporting part in 1968's FUNNY GIRL, playing one of Ziegfeld's showgirls, she was often dressed in a tight, very revealing costume that she wore very well for her 38 years. According to A.F. herself, and apparently it is true, Barbra Streisand insisted that most of Anne's scenes be cut from the final film because she looked too gorgeous and sexy and attracted attention away from The Star. Indeed, her role does seem a bit choppy and disjointed in the release version, and needless to say she does look extremely beautiful and alluring. This sounds like Barbra, unfortunately, and was a bad sign for Anne's career, as her film roles mostly evaporated within two years. Such is power.

It is odd, isn't it, that Frank Capra was set to direct MAROONED. Although, if you think about it, it does have a touch of that never-say-die optimism he so often used in his own work (in this case, "never-say-die", literally!). But his son, Frank C. Jr., was the associate producer, I believe, in the film -- he's prominent in the credits. There was another film around this time that Capra was supposed to direct, but once again, memory fails...I'll have to see if I can come up with it! If I may, one minor correction to your post -- MEET JOHN DOE was not one of Capra's films for Columbia -- it was the first film he made after leaving that studio, and filmed it as an independent for Warner Bros. Leaving Columbia was a big mistake for Capra, who always acted on his emotions, and mostly to his detriment. He lost the copyright on IT'S A WONDERFUL LIFE in 1974 because he was feuding with another son about some matter; when the son reminded him that he had to renew (after 28 years) the copyright, Capra was so angry with him over this other, unrelated, matter, that he wouldn't listen to anything the kid told him; and so he let it lapse into public domain (where it languished until Republic bought up the copyright in the mid-90s, thereby ending the multiple TV showings at Christmastime as well as all the inferior bootleg copies on the market -- thank God!). Not really a very admirable fellow, save for his talent.

But the films he did for the War Dept. during the war are among the greatest propaganda classics to come out of any war or event -- it was the WHY WE FIGHT series, seven episodes in all, examining the nature and history of our enemies, and our purposes in fighting the war, narrated by Walter Huston. The series was intended for troops abroad only but it was so good it was soon released to homefront theaters as well. Allowing for the propaganda aspects, it's a terrific set of films, and one I'm not sure is available on DVD (it should be, if it isn't). Really some remarkable work, and an invaluable time capsule, now.

Our girlfriend Hope Lange, late in her career, was also in CLEAR AND PRESENT DANGER, one of the "Jack Ryan" films starring Harrison Ford, where she had a small role as a US Senator.

I suspect "Richard" Powell was an emotionally abusive hubby to Joan Blondell as well as June Allyson -- it's not a trait you'd demonstrate in one marriage, then ditch in another, particularly turning into one the second time out! Louis B. Mayer fiercely opposed June's marriage to DP -- maybe the old bastard knew something! But he tried to make the best of a bad situation when she went ahead, and showed up, clearly unhappy from the photos, at the wedding.

Of course, had he been invited to a (hypothetical) wedding for Clifton Webb, he'd probably have suffered a heart attack!

Can we come up with as much gossip for Olivia Pascal (VANESSA -- saw your post)? Now there's a gorgeous woman. Definitely no June Allyson! That's for damn sure!

Back with you soon, I hope, my good friend.

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Well, amigo, you may not have seen DREAMBOAT in 40 years but you remember all the scenes you mentioned perfectly! So obviously it must have made a good impression. It's never been out on homevid, but as discussed somewhere earlier there may yet be DVD hope, someday. Definitely a worthwhile picture.

I share your carefully expressed (!) sentiments re Ginger R. precisely. A good enough actress and better dancer, but a real self-righteous pain in the [your anatomical choice here], and how they ever awarded her the Oscar for Best Actress for KITTY FOYLE in 1940 is beyond me. (Fred Astaire, who I surmise wasn't overly fond of Ginger, sent her the following one-word telegram after her victory: "Ouch!".) She was chosen to do a TV interview with Richard Nixon just before the 1960 election, talking about how tough it was to make ends meet or something. Not very effective, I guess.

Capra founded Liberty films (right again) at the end of the war with Robert Briskin, a Columbia executive Capra knew from his days at the studio, then got William Wyler and George Stevens to join in with them. Each put up $150,000 to start up the company, although despite this each one owned a slightly different percentage of the company. Briskin was to manage the company while the three directors, each meanwhile being paid $3000 a week, were to be free to shoot whatever projects the company had optioned. However, Liberty made only one film, Capra's IT'S A WONDERFUL LIFE, which went a million over budget and then flopped at the box office (a fact which never ceases to amaze people today who, properly, regard it as a classic). With so much money draining out of Liberty, Capra recommended that they sell the company's assets before losing any more. Wyler hesitated, but Stevens saw similar ventures folding quickly all over Hollywood, and all four partners soon accepted an offer from Paramount (passing over a less lucrative one from MGM), which bought out the company's properties, covered its losses, and gave each partner $750,000 in Paramount stock. The three directors each agreed to make five pictures for the studio, while Briskin became a Paramount executive. As it turned out, despite assurances of independence, the three men had trouble with front office decisions, and only Wyler finally made five pictures for the studio; Capra and Stevens made I believe only three apiece before leaving. A lot of Liberty's properties were rejected by Paramount and ended up being successes elsewhere -- for instance, Capra's NO WAY OUT, ultimately made at Fox in 1950 by Joseph L. Mankiewicz and featuring Sidney Poitier's film debut; TWELVE O'CLOCK HIGH, which Wyler wanted to make, also ended up at Fox, directed by Henry King; FRIENDLY PERSUASION, which Wyler finally did make for Allied Artists, of all places, in 1956. Capra retained the copyright on IAWL until blowing the rights in 1974. (His next film, STATE OF THE UNION, was to have been a Liberty film but got distributed by MGM, which misspelled Katharine Hepburn's name ["Katherine"]!)

Capra loved the sight of mulitple ringing bells, which you'll recall he inserted in several of his films, including LOST HORIZON and MR. SMITH GOES TO WASHINGTON. They seemed to symbolize liberty and freedom and a joyous celebration of those to him.

A lot of stars, beginning especially after WWII, formed their own production companies as you know, but they didn't make the mistake of trying to form their own studio. Burt Lancaster was one of the very first, and he was pretty clever in choosing not only his projects but the timing of them, whether he produced them or not. If you look over his filmography, he carefully laid out the types of films he'd make, alternating a drama with serious overtones (ALL MY SONS, COME BACK LITTLE SHEBA, FROM HERE TO ETERNITY, SWEET SMELL OF SUCCESS, etc.) with less-serious adventures and similar "light" films (THE FLAME AND THE ARROW, THE CRIMSON PIRATE, HIS MAJESTY O'KEEFE, GUNFIGHT AT THE O.K. CORRAL, etc.), so he'd be able to stretch his talent and appeal as broadly as possible. Other stars did similar things, like the bunch you mentioned from the late 60s. Of course, they met with varying degrees of success, but as the studios' control eroded it became a logical means of shaping and ensuring one's career. But I'm not telling you anything you don't already know -- and I also agree with you, tracing the development of the studios from their inceptions, studying the kinds of films they made, the audiences they targeted, their corporate structures, is all fascinating. And anybody who can fathom the most complex studio history of all (in terms of corporate infrastructure and changes) -- poor old RKO -- deserves an MBA!

Agree with you about Diane Baker -- very pretty and quietly good-looking, and never quite got the roles she merited, like Hope Lange. Hard to believe she's closing in on 70, next year! Hard to say what her best role was, but I remember her best from one of her somewhat throw-away parts, in the almost-Clifton JOURNEY TO THE CENTER OF THE EARTH. (I had to get old Clifton in here somewhere!)

You should definitely see at least the two Jack Ryan films that starred Harrison Ford. THE HUNT FOR RED OCTOBER isn't bad but the casting and direction were a bit off to me. Ford's turns, PATRIOT GAMES and CLEAR AND PRESENT DANGER, are much better.

As always, a pleasure to exchange views & info with such a kind and knowledgeable person as you. Let's see what else we can stir up!

Take care, buddy!



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Hello again, my good friend, and while we seem to have this mutual-admiration society going, I must say that your compliments in your last post were above and beyond the call (really!) -- but very much appreciated!

You, too, of course -- just great stuff, films and otherwise.

Here's a bit more fodder....

Ginger Rogers was such a self-centered b---- that when her husband Lew Ayres declared himself a conscientious objector in WWII (in itself an extraordinary act of bravery back then), Ginger promptly divorced him, even as MGM tore up his contract. Of course, Lew, a lifelong devotee of peace and religious fulfillment, later volunteered to serve as an ambulance driver and was decorated for bravery in the face of enemy fire. So he certainly wasn't a coward, only a man of great principle...both qualities he no doubt required in abundance, married to the less-than-divine Miss R.!

Completely agree with you re H'wood celebrities and their political wanderings. Another prime example is James Cagney, who was about half a step away from being what they used once to call a fellow traveler in the 30s, with very radical political views. But sometime after the war Jimmy somehow migrated far to the other side of the political spectrum, and soon became an ardent champion of the right. Charlton Heston was another, although I remember an interview a few years ago with a doctor who, with his wife, remains one of the Hestons' oldest friends -- yet even he said he didn't understand his friend's shift from liberal to far-right conservatism, views with which he did not agree; yet, in a tribute to both of them, they remained friends (a la Heston and Greg Peck, or James Stewart and Henry Fonda). Nice to know people can still bridge the ideological gap and be friends while disagreeing on politics. But between us (!), I think FDR was the greatest president in our history -- even more so than Lincoln, though Abe was probably the "greater" man. But even he didn't quite face the same monumental, life- and nation-threatening challenges FDR did, and of course on nowhere near the scale of Roosevelt's, as grave as the crisis of the civil war was. Especially when you look at all the other available candidates of that era, no one - Republican or Democrat -- could have measured up to FDR's vision and abilities, and many of them (mostly Republicans) would have been an absolute disaster had they been in the White House before and during the war -- isolationists who would have had this country defenseless and at our enemies' mercies. Sometimes I really do believe God watches out for the United States (albeit after allowing us to go to the brink under the guidance of certain presidents...no incumbent names mentioned, of course!).

Hollywood is of course generally peopled by liberal Democrats today...though, as a Democrat, I sometimes shudder at the stupidity of a few of them! Intellectual depth is, alas, not a hallmark of the industry today. At least in the "golden age", while a lot of the actors had had little formal education (not unusual in the early-mid 20th century), they were aware of their limitations and tried to read books and engage on other quaint pursuits. Too many of them are too shallow these days (including a lot of the Republican crowd too). I disagree, for example, with a man like Charlton Heston (and feel sorry for his terrible affliction), but admire him for a least having been a well-read, literate, scholarly kind of guy. Well, you can't choose your family, or your political kin. The conservatives who so damn Hollywood's predominant liberalism today certainly didn't have any qualms back when, when large numbers of actors and directors were intensely conservative and discriminated against those of liberal slant on many occasions...and that's not even mentioning the blacklist (which, according to Ronald Reagan, didn't exist -- in interviews on the subject 30 years ago, he really seemed to have deluded himself into believing that it was a mass uprising of The Little People across this great land, who decreed they'd no longer go to see films made by leftists and so forced such people out of the industry: file this under the category "Yeah, right" -- I'm sure people all over the country went, "Oh, Herbert, there's an Alvah Bessie film down at the Roxy -- I won't go anywhere near such Communist tripe!").

Howard Hughes was of course an unmitigated disaster for RKO, destroying most of its creative base within months of his take-over (I think about 1/3 of its entire roster of writers, directors, producers, actors, etc., either quit or were fired for mostly political reasons by Hughes, within less than a year). At one point in late 1952 he briefly sold the studio to a Chicago-based syndicate, an apt word as there were some mob connections to some of the new owners, and that during a five-month period from fall '52 - winter '53, only ONE film was under production in the whole studio (SPLIT SECOND, a good and unusual thriller directed by Dick Powell). After this group's financing collapsed Hughes took back RKO and resumed running it into the ground. When stockholders brought a lawsuit seeking damages from Hughes on grounds that he had mismanaged the company and brought it to the brink of bankruptcy, Hughes responded by buying out all the shareholders' stock at twice its market price -- then, with complete ownership, turned around and sold it to Desilu at a $10 million profit! So old HH still had some knack left -- just not for movies.

Yes indeed, what a note of satisfaction for Lucy & Desi to buy the place where once they'd toiled (though Desi was mostly over at MGM, as was Lucy eventually). But it was the end of a movie-making era, which is too bad. (I love the fact that, in the TV series "The Simpsons", Krusty the Clown's production company is called "Krusty-lu"!)

I always wondered what Clifton Webb's politics were (and those of many other, low-key stars who kept such things under wraps). I'll bet he was a Republican. A closeted one, of course. I mean, he did have those Gene Tierney portraits in not one but two films. His mother must have disapproved.

Back to you, my good pal!

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Hello again, Hob! Just want to mention that a read of Heston's "The Actor's Life" journal which I mentioned in the "55 Days At Peking" board, will also give you an insight into his politics shifting as well. By the late 60s, his entries on Vietnam reveal someone getting annoyed with the tone of the Democratic party, and by 1972 he is a full-fledged "Democrat for Nixon" and even writes an entry describing how Nixon is the first Republican he's ever voted for President, and it's rather clear that Heston was a classic "neo-con" in the sense of a traditional FDR liberal, whose shift began entirely over Cold War issues. He wrote that in rejecting McGovern, he was disagreeing with the notion that America is spelled with a K and also had harsh words for Ramsey Clark, who had come back insisting American POWs in Hanoi were well-treated when they were not.

Even with all that, Heston was still campaiging for Democrat members of Congress he liked such as California Senator John Tunney. Like other early neo-cons, his party shift wasn't complete until 1980 and the Reagan campaign when other neo-con ex-Democrats like Jeanne Kirkpatrick, Norman Podhoretz etc. also cut their final ties to the party they'd grown up with.

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Hiya, Eric! Interesting, because in Heston's other book (umm...title?...but we've spoken of it on the 55 board), he claims he became a Republican (in fact if not quite yet as a technical matter) when he was in Arizona in 1964 filming his part as John the Baptist in THE GREATEST STORY EVER TOLD. Chuck claims in that book that he was being driven past a Goldwater billboard sporting the immortal slogan "In Your Heart, You Know He's Right!", and then and there had his epiphany, realized he (CH) was in his gut a Republican, and voted for Barry. That's at odds not only with the version you cite but my own recollection of his having backed Humphrey in '68. In my youth, I remember being surprised seeing him as a Nixon backer in '72, based on his previous activity.

Obviously, he had problems with what he saw as the drift of the Democratic Party, but the onset of those feelings seems to have varied with memory. [Oh, more than a quibble: it's "Democratic" as an adjective, not the infantile "Democrat", a pejorative laid on the party by frustrated Republicans in the 50s: from the same people who thought they were creating something profound, to say nothing of witty, by coming up with the clever "freedom fries" and "freedom toast". Please. Let's be adult.]

As a Democrat (proper use), I have always held Geroge McGovern in the utmost contempt, for helping wreck my party. But the Republicans were never an alternative. Like Barry and his followers, I adhere to the core principles and choose to stay and fight to reclaim the heart of the party, which today is a much better place to be than with the party of DeLay, Bush, Cheney, etc. But in fairness to McG., he never spelled America with a K or had much truck with Ramsey, who I think could have been tried for treason for some of his activites. Just because one is a Democrat, doesn't mean one blindly follows every nut calling himself one (and I would hope the same applies to my Republican friends).

I never much quarelled with Democrats who voted for Nixon in '72 or Reagan in '80, as I understood their frustration with the Democrats those years. I myself saw my votes for Carter in '80, and especially for McGovern in '72, as protest votes -- thinning the GOP margin by a miniscule amount, with the luxury of knowing McGovern (or Mondale in '84) didn't stand a snowball's chance in hell; and then just hunker down to await better days, and candidates.

Jeanne Kirkpatrick was a professor of mine at Georgetown (the course was Personality and Politics, and she gave me an A, so no personal problems there!). That was in the mid-70s, and I understood her views and her later Republicanism, but when under Reagan she ended up advocating the US openly side with the Argentine junta (the folks busy throwing dissidents out of aircraft over the South Atlantic at 10,000 feet and so on) against our staunchest friend Britain in the Falklands War, she lost whatever respect I had for her. Her totalitarian/authoritarian thesis had some merit but when carried to the asinine extremes she did lost any semblance of common sense or decency. The trouble with too many policy makers is that they think in absolutist terms -- it's this way or that way, no third or fourth or other possibility; if you don't think one thing, then you must adopt the opposite position. This is a bit oversimplified, I agree, but it's at the core of the problem I have with most neo-coms -- Podhoretz, whom I consider to be nothing less than a lunatic, being the preeminent, albeit increasingly irrelevant, example today. That's part of my problem with Chuck -- there's no nuance to his conservatism; he simply abandoned one set of beliefs for the most extreme aspect of the "other" set (as if there were only one alternative), which to me is a betrayal of the intellect.

Still, I always liked Chuck. Like you, E -- we have our profound differences, but I like and respect you and think you posts are well-thought-out, nuanced and fascinating. Truly.

So, how did we get onto politics on a Clifton Webb thread for WOMAN'S WORLD?????! Talk about profound.

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Hello again, Hob! I think Heston in his "In The Arena" autobio is pretty much just telescoping things, because someone in the late 60s disenchanted with Vietnam, but *not* inclined to think a suitable venue of protest would be to vote for McCarthy or RFK, would like Heston I think have a view of Goldwater by then as someone who "at least was an honest straight shooter" compared to what they felt they were getting from LBJ by that point. Another sign of how Heston is already divorced from the Democrats on other levels by early 68 is how his entry after RFK's murder is to dissent from the media's spin on the event as a sign of something sick in the American character (and indeed, when I look back on this coverage as well as that of JFK's murder, I think it shameful that the media spent so much time giving play to the idea this said something about the American character when in both instances it was *foreign* ideologies that drove both of the murderers, in LHO's case Marxism, and in Sirhan's case Arab fanaticism). To me, Heston's evolution in his views is perfectly normal in terms of figuring out the essence of how the FDR colation was shattered beyond repair in 1968 at the riots and how so many took the neo-conservative path to the GOP.

"to say nothing of witty, by coming up with the clever "freedom fries" and "freedom toast". Please. Let's be adult."

Hey, given the current President of France as a big improvement on the last one, I'm all for going back to the old descriptions. :)

McGovern is one person I tend not to see as all that different from Ramsey Clark except in terms of being a more personable individual and more softspoken. I'll only mention that in one of my vintage newscasts I have on file I have him the day after the massacre of the Israeli athletes at Munich actually comparing American bomber pilots in Vietnam to the Palestinian terrorists, and it was only because his campaign never had a chance that a lot of outrageous things he uttered in that campaign never got condemned loudly. It was because of those things he uttered in that campaign that I found it the height of hypocrisy for him to go on Nightline the day after he was tossed out of the Senate in 1980 and whine about the "meanness" of the campaign against him by conservative action committee.

We of course have to differ on the matter of whether neo-cons truly went from one extreme to the other, because the only issue I think you can say neo-cons ultimately had to alter in great detail from their earlier beliefs were matters of economics and the role of government in society, eventually becoming converts to the Reagan philosophy on less government, whereas on foreign policy and cultural issues I think the case can be made for their being more consistent over the long-term and just seeing the drift of the party become too much for them. Many neo-cons I think *did* want to see the Democratic Party get back to its older roots if the likes of Henry Jackson for instance had become the dominant face of the party but it was really Jimmy Carter's missteps in foreign policy that finally sent most of the neo-cons out of the Democratic party for good.

Okay, what can I say about Clifton Webb? Only that I once saw Bob Newhart in an interview recalling an occasion where *he* was the target of one of Webb's attempted pickups, and Bob of course had to get himself out of there in a hurry!

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Hey, Eric! Well, considering the lunatics Ramsey Clark has defended (both actually, as their attorney, and by butting in in the public arena), even as much as I dislike McGovern he doesn't come close to Clark's radicalism (a word so often misused that it comes close to losing its meaning). Lots of pols whine about their losses, many, many conservative Republicans included -- I guess all attacks are unfair when you're on the receiving end. Look at how Daddy Bush whined and cried in the Florida legislature last year over all the "unfair" attacks against Little Jeb -- not to mention his most recent (of many) whines about attacks on Little W. As if he hadn't a clue about the "meanness" of politics -- as if he hadn't indulged in years of mud-slinging himself, his genteel Eastern preppy veneer notwithstanding? Give me a break!

I actually think George McG did have some reason to whine about his loss in '80, in that he was accused by The Moral [sic] Majority and their ilk of being "anti-family" because he didn't support an advanced ABM system and other such "family" measures, which is absurd crap. Not to mention the irony of his opponent, a worthless, dull-witted four-term Congressman, James Abdnor, accusing McGovern of being anti-family, when at least he had a wife and I think five children, while Abdnor was a bachelor. You may think a person wrongheaded about policies but to accuse them of being anti-family, as many reactionary candidates still do today, is a lie and a slur, straight from the God-is-a-Republican moronity. (That said, I think McGovern had his 61-39 defeat coming to him, and was not sad to see him go, especially as I assumed even in 1980 that Abdnor would prove so inept he'd be tossed in '86, as indeed he was -- even the GOP tried to dump him in their own primary, with Janklow.)

"The Reagan philosophy of less government"?? Glad to see you haven't lost your sense of humor, my good friend! Um, tell me again about how those record deficits were everybody else's fault?

I still think most of the neo-cons drifted farther to the right over time -- it wasn't simply a matter of their standing still while the world passed by ever leftward. It also stands to reason -- you don't associate yourself with one group or ideology for year after year and not have it affect your thinking in broader, deeper ways than merely the original views you came in with. Not that he qualifies exactly as a neo-con, but Heston is a good example of someone whose overall views have clearly grown more conservative and, certainly in terms of gun issues, more militant, than those he held 40 or 50 years ago.

Some Webb site! How do we get in these messes? But, I'll bite -- Webb came on to Bob Newhart? Wow. Must've been in the years his eyesight was failing.

Have you ever seen WOMAN'S WORLD? As a couple of us have noted elsewhere on this thread, the notion of Clifton being seduced by Arlene Dahl in that film is rather a matter of extreme fiction. Now, had it been her husband, Van Heflin, on the other hand...no Bob Newhart, to be sure, but hunkier, and -- this being the fifties -- just as button-downed.

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Great information on WOMAN'S WORLD and WEBB. Now, I think that Marilyn Monroe would have been great in the Arlene Dahl role. She could do a southern accent very well as she did in BUS STOP. I hear she and Webb were friends as well. Regarding BEST OF EVERYTHING, I think Diane Varsi would have been great in the Hope Lange OR Diane Baker roles. What do you think. Too bad Varsi walked out on her Fox contract as she could have made several more films there and elsewhere. Now let Fox put on FROM HELL TO TEXAS (with Don Murray who was married to Hope Lange) and TEN NORTH FREDERICK which co-starred Suzie Parker who was in BEST OF EVERYTHING. Yes, it WAS a small world at Fox!!

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I think you're right about Diane Varsi in THE BEST OF EVERYTHING -- she could have done either the Lange or Baker role. She was good but too flighty for stardom. She was perfect for PEYTON PLACE but less so (though not bad) in COMPULSION. But I don't think MM would have been at all suitable for WOMAN'S WORLD. The Dahl role required a sophisticated, elegant vixen type, which Arlene could do. Marilyn was too earthy, too vulgar (I don't mean that in the nasty sense), too brazen and overt in her sexuality, and didn't convey any of the elegance, urbanity and sultriness (as opposed to sluttiness) that a woman in that posiiton would be expected to carry. Plus she came across as air-headed and shallow, entirely wrong for the character, and all of which would have been death to Van Heflin's chances the moment they stepped off the train anyway!

Incidentally, Suzy Parker's older sister, the model Dorian Leigh -- who was much more beautiful than even Suzy, and considered the world's first "supermodel", a knockout cover girl of the 40s and 50s -- died July 7 at 91. Apparently she led quite a life, and was in a couple of minor movies in the 40s.

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It's under consideration from Fox. It was released on VHS and was a big hit when in theaters, so I would assume it'll be coming in the near future.

"You're nothing but a carnie girl."

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If it comes out on DVD, I hope the color is re-mastered. The print broadcast on FXM recently was faded and washed out, which doesn't do the film justice.

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I wish this movie would finally come out on DVD!!! It's hilarious!

Christopher

'There’s a name for you ladies, but it’s not used…Outside a kennel! (Crystal Allen)'

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Well, this will be just a shortish post, my friend, but I agree with all you say, though I doubt Hitler would have ever turned on Japan had they won the war. Too far off and too entrenched for him to do much about. He would certainly have tried to screw them on one matter or another, as he always did with his allies, but given the nature of the world in those days I can't see him actually going to war against them. Anyway, they would have been doing a nice job holding down the other half of the world for the common cause, so why bother?

But when you think of the leading candidates for president beside FDR in 1940 -- Taft, Dewey (then an ardent isolationist), even Willkie (no isolationist but hamstrung by his new party), or even Democrats such as Jim Farley or John Nance Garner, none would have been able or even inclined to arm America against the coming disaster. Thank God for Roosevelt -- literally, the savior of western civilization, as Churchill said.

Yes, those movie studios that owned theater chains did indeed derive most, or at least a heavy proportion of, their revenues from their chains, which is why the antitrust decision in '49 -- coupled with the simultaneous rise of TV -- was such a blow to the studio system. The lucky studios were those such as Universal and Columbia, which never owned theaters and so were never dependent on such income -- in fact, cutting theaters loose from the majors was a boon to these studios, which now had equal access to the screens, whereas they'd been at a disadvantage against studio-made product before. But RKO was always the weakest of the majors and I agree, its ultimate demise as a movie-making studio was probably inevitable...though the name still exists.

An example of extreme studio short-sightedness -- stupidity, actually -- came in the mid-50s, when Warner Bros. chief Jack L. Warner, needing cash, sold his entire library of pre-1950 films to United Artists for the munificent sum of $2 million -- which, even in 1956, and with $2 mil going a lot farther then than now, was an absurdly abysmal amount...not to mention that the decision itself was utterly idiotic. Warner must have felt like a real chump just a few months later when Paramount sold its pre-50 library to MCA for $12 million...prompting Billy Wilder, late of Paramount, to mutter, "When Hollywood starts selling its children, it's the end of Hollywood." Think of the hundreds of millions in revenues these studios kicked away by such short-sighted decisions! At least the Warner library, after 40 years of wandering divided in the wilderness, was reunited when Ted Turner (who, through his ownership of UA, had acquired their portion of WB films) merged with Time-Warner, and everybody was once again happily united under one roof. But not Paramount -- after MCA acquired Universal in 1962, the pre-50 Paramount films fell to Universal's distribution -- which is why all such Paramount films today are issued by Universal, some even under the appalling (and dishonest) banner of "Universal Classics"!

And remember the famed MGM auction of the early 70s? The studio sold all their invaluable paraphernalia to an auctioneer for $1 million -- and he promptly re-sold it all for $15 mil!!

How could these guys so underestimate the value of their holdings for so many years? Just astounding. Even thinking about it makes me mad!

See you later.

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One of the most annoying things about Universal controlling the pre-'50 Paramount library is that they're notoriously slow to release their library, and often do so in lumped-together collections of very variable quality. I think I may have already mentioned this quote, so forgive me if I repeat myself, but when Paramount sold to MCA, Billy Wilder -- most of whose films for his old studio went into MCA's grasp -- exclaimed, "When Hollywood begins selling its children, it's the end of Hollywood." Paramount retained only four of his films -- SUNSET BOULEVARD, ACE IN THE HOLE, STALAG 17 and SABRINA -- and they resolutely refused ever to release the second of these, which had to await a Criterion release this summer under their licensing agreement with Paramount. ACE became a huge seller on DVD, even at almost three times the normal Paramount price. Perhaps their financial judgment hasn't improved all that much over the decades.

TCM does have a lot of films, as you say, from Columbia and Paramount, many from Universal, but only a very few from Fox, and those few usually are one-shot deals (or maybe two- or three-shots). But with most of the MGM, UA, RKO and WB libraries at their disposal, they do quite well. Speaking of releasing their libraries, Paramount, which had been pretty good at this up till a year or so ago, has suddenly bottled up their entire library -- for no known reason, unless it's to give Criterion ongoing cracks at their holdings (besides ACE IN THE HOLE -- one of my favorites -- Criterion has released or will release such Paramount titles as IF..., THE NAKED PREY, ROBINSON CRUSOE ON MARS, among others).

To revert to Clifton Webb, I continue to hear of a possible box set, or at least multiple individual releases, of many of his so-far unreleased films, this coming year. But with another Ty Power box set due, and centennial sets from Warner and others for Jimmy Stewart and Bette Davis (Fox has a Bette set in the works), I don't know how much Clifton will get squeezed in in '08. A fine way to celebrate his (apparent) 117th birthday!

But 2008 is also Fred MacMurray's centennial, and guess what movie whose site we're on he also co-starred in??? "The Fred MacMurray Signature Collection"?

Nah.

God, doesn't it make you feel old -- all these people we grew up watching, now having their centennials marked, throughout this decade? When we hit the Shirley Temple centennial collection, I'll know it's time to quit!

Happy Thanksgiving, my friend.

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As usual, Filmson, you are much too kind, but I certainly appreciate your appreciativeness! Not to mention your own informed and amusing posts, here and elsewhere. We share many viewpoints, I think.

"A pawn in the game of life!" Yep, that's us. Merely standing by, helpless, whilst the studios dole out whatever morsels they deem fit. Time for a revolution, it would appear.

As I said, I suspect Paramount may have ground its releases of their older films -- the ones they HADN'T sold off half a century ago! -- to a halt when they entered into their Criterion deal. I'l bet that, even though their releases of their 50s and 60s films did sell, they'd rather save themselves the trouble, concentrate on more recent films, and take their cut from Criterion by letting them release some of their old library. But Fox also has a similar deal with C. and they still release lots of their old library -- only a few Fox titles have shown up on Criterion so far (YOUNG MR. LINCOLN, THIEVES' HIGHWAY, PICKUP ON SOUTH STREET, KAGEMUSHA, to name a few). But as long as the stuff gets released by somebody, it's okay by me -- Criterion's much higher prices are worth it for the exquisite restorations they do.

Completely agree with everything you said about ACE IN THE HOLE (including its abysmal substitute title). I ran this film for a packed crowd on one of my Thursday-night movies this summer and it was a big hit...though when I warned the audience beforehand that this was NOT a "feel-good movie", somebody loudly uttered "Uh-oh!"

By the way, today I saw JOURNEY TO THE CENTER OF THE EARTH (1959) on the Fox Movie Channel, which I know you don't get. It'd been a long time since I'd seen it, and tried to imagine its original star in the part ultimately played by James Mason, who was called in only after the initial pick was ordered by his doctors to rest due to exhaustion. As I may have mentioned elsewhere, that man was, of course -- Clifton Webb. No offense, but JM was much better for that role -- younger, more fit, a better romantic lead for Arlene Dahl (though not Pat Boone, had it come to that!) -- although it would have been funny, given Arlene's attempt to seduce CW in WOMAN'S WORLD five years earlier, to see her trying the same thing hundreds of miles beneath the Earth!

Till later, compadre!

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Speaking of Miss Dahl's seduction efforts, I just had a vision of Clifton dragging [sic] the three candidates for the top job into his portrait room (the one with "Laura" et al), and later on, after choosing Van Heflin, having his sister or the housekeeper or somebody find a brand new painting at the centerpiece of his wall -- ol' Van himself!

Journey to the Center of the Wall.

Did it ever strike you that the concept of this film, even the title, are a bit misogynistic? Or at best condescending. The women are the schemers, shakers, seducers, strumpets, cynics, sycophants -- though never trusted with, or even considered for, wielding any real power (a woman president for the corporation?! -- saints preserve us!). Yet they're the manipulators behind the scenes, the ones who drive their husbands and push them in the directions they want them to go. It shows their strengths, but they're all cast in a negative light, while the men's weaknessess are somewhat vitiated by their being the only ones actually up for the job.

No wonder Clifton narrates at the beginning that the wives are equally if not more important to his search -- it seems the three men are pretty much a toss-up, at least at the start, and that it's the wives who'll be the deciding factor -- and they know it. But the context relates to the wives' basically negative influences. And is it any coincidence that the man finally chosen is the one who just dumped his wife and will now selflessly carry on, forever celibate, for the greater good of Gifford Motors, and only Gifford Motors?

Or perhaps the absence of a steady bedmate will induce Van to institute a crash program in the Research and Design Dept. to totally reconfigure the Gifford's back seat!

Yes, I saw those same Kirk D. films rescheduled next month on TCM. (Great guide!) But in this case some of it is excusable, indeed commendable, as Kirk will turn 91 Dec. 9. I read a post elsewhere a few days ago in which someone has lamented that so many of the stars we grew up watching in the postwar era are already gone, and those who remain are now in their 80s and 90s and will soon, perhaps, also be gone. Sadly true. Thank God Kirk and a few other giants still remain. National treasures, I think.

Catch you later, friend.

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Speaking of the men, I thought Fred MacMurray's last-minute conversion from salivating at the prospect of the top job, to his sudden "I prayed I wouldn't get it, I honestly prayed!" as he hugs Lauren Bacall after the newly-available Van gets Clifton's nod (or whatever), was completely impalusible. Even a couple of hours before, he said something to CW like "Want it? Mr. Gifford, I'd give my right arm for it!" If I recall even Clifton seemed slightly taken aback by his brashness. Whereas Cornel Wilde always seemed pretty unimpressed and didn't care much one way or another, clearly preferring to get back to good ol' KC with Mrs. Goody Two Shoes. (Speaking of the upside of divorcing somebody!)

But, I tend to agree with you, Van probably would've dropped dead from the strain of servicing Clifton, you know, in whatever ways Clifton had in mind. And, of course, in point of fact Van Heflin did (sadly) kick the b. long before the other two contenders -- I remember he died of a heart attack while swimming in the pool of his LA apartment building in 1971, vs. Cornel Wilde (another "CW") in 1989 and Fred in 1991. But the three "wives", of course, stayed on much longer. Hard to believe that June A. was the oldster of that group, at 37, vs. 30 for Lauren B. and (roughly) 27 for Arlene D., depending on which birth year you accept. So far June's the only one to have gone, last year at 88. Even Elliott Reid is still with us, at 87; I just saw him the other night in INHERIT THE WIND -- always played the same Waspy (vs. Clifton's wasp-ISH) character.

Speaking of Elliott Reid -- surely an IMDb first -- did you ever see a film called THE WHIP HAND? It came out of RKO in 1951 and apparently was one of Howard Hughes's obsessions. Evidently the original script -- and, in fact, the original movie, as actually filmed -- called THE MAN HE FOUND, had to do with the discovery that Hitler was alive and well and living in northern Wisconsin (? -- I guess so he could vote for Joe McCarthy), and the efforts to uncover the network that smuggled and protects him there. Anyway, the film, directed by Wm. Cameron Menzies, was ready for release late in 1950 when Hughes, who ran RKO then, held it up. He decreed that an anti-Hitler film was boring and instead ordered the film rewritten and reshot, salvaging what they could of the original, but converting it into an anti-Communist tract. It involves the discovery by an intrepid reporter on holiday that all the fish in this small town's lake have died. Turns out the reason is that it's a Commie germ warfare lab secretly installed in the US under Moscow's orders, manufactuirng not only germs but having developed lots of mutants who in the end take over and destroy the lab, the Reds, and everything else, in another triumph for Freedom, albeit, well, with the assistance of mutants. Elliott Reid played the reporter, whom no Red, man nor mutant can stop once he's got his mitts on a good story and a bad script. Raymond Burr played the local dastardly villain, Commie/Thug/Gangster/Agent, in charge of murdering all outsiders so as not to draw attention to the dead lake, its shoreline secret lab or its army of roaming mutants, otherwise easily explained away. The FBI helps out and Elliott also wins the innocent daughter of the Commie scientist running the lab, about which the daughter is, of course, ignorant, and subsequently appalled about. Utterly, utterly stupid, and dull, but one I thought I vaguely remembered having seen in the early 60s on the RKO-owned station here in NY (channel 9). Well, a couple of years ago I saw it listed on TCM and, lo and behold, it was the same film -- I mostly recalled the beginning, showing Soviets in Moscow plotting their nefarious germ scheme, with the Soviet guys actually speaking Russian (at least better than phony-accented-English Russkies), and all the major cities of the US in the same-size typeface on their wall map as this little tiny village (more or less). Anyway, if ever you note it coming on TCM (about once every two years), try to catch it. You never realized what a two-fisted hero good old Elliott was when given the chance, like the time he belted Fredric March across the mouth and kept kicking him down the courthouse steps in INHERIT so he wouldn't have to testify about Darwin. Leastways that's how I remember it.

Interesting you mentioned Richard Widmark -- yes indeed, another survivor of our last golden Hollywood era. He'll be 93 on Dec. 26. Yeah, neither he nor Kirk has ever received the AFI's Life Achievement Award, and while I frankly doubt RW quite deserves that one, Kirk certainly does: but I doubt it'll ever happen. At least Kirk got an honorary Oscar ten years ago -- remember his touching speech, post-stroke, on stage, as Michael cried in the audience? But that's another one I doubt Widmark will ever get. I remember him in an interview around 20 years ago, recalling how he received a supporting actor nomination for his first film, KISS OF DEATH. He said, "I thought -- 'This is easy!' I haven't had one [a nomination] since!" Nice guy, I gather, many of his screen characters notwithstanding. Here's another older star -- Joan Fontaine, who I thought of when you mentioned her sister Olivia. Joan just turned 90 in Oct., and Olivia is 91. As is another Van -- Johnson, who turned 91 this August. So there are still a few.

Great stuff as always, pal!

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You might be interested in knowing that Kirk and Harrison Ford worked for the Midnight Mission in LA on Thansgiving serving the homeless their meals for the day. Good show!!

Nothing is more beautiful than nothing.

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Good show, indeed. And especially for Kirk, at almost 91. Quite a guy. Thank you for the post!

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I thought Fred's response was more a last-minute tack back to his wife, not so much sour grapes as, "Gee, honey, I knew you were right all along" kind of stuff, at a point when it could make no difference. I think it was mostly just to make the drive back to Philadelphia non-confrontational! What surprised me is how readily Lauren swallowed that line -- she was a pretty sharp operator until then!

Of course, in real life Fred held onto every nickel he ever made, so in fact he could have bought and sold Mr. Gifford and the whole bunch many times over!

(Although I do love the prices at the little Italian restaurant they go to -- the owner regretfully tells them the dollar-and-a-half dinner they remembered from a dozen years ago is still on the menu, but now it's $4.50 or something. Today you'd be lucky to get out of the joint for under a hundred!)

Yeah, Van was in poor health for quite a while, I'd say -- only 60 when he died. AIRPORT was indeed his last movie, and I thought he was quite good in it. He did a lot of work on Broadway that last decade or so, so movies didn't make the most of him. His last work was an early TV movie called "The Last Child" if I recall; he played a US Senator at some future year when couples are restricted to having only one child, or only with permission or something. He helps a couple "in a family way" escape to Canada while they're being pursued by big bad government guy Ed Asner, who has his revenge by withholding the diabetic Van's insulin supply (it's rationed in this future) and letting him croak. I only saw this the first time it was broadcast in 1971, and I'm surprised I remember as much of it as I do.

I always kind of liked Cornel Wilde, but even though he was very athletic and took care of himself he still died not very old, three days past his 74th birthday, I think of leukemia or some form of cancer. Very sad. After he began writing, producing and directing his medium-budget films in the late 50s he seemed to disappear from anything else. The best of these films, THE NAKED PREY, is being released by Criterion in January, part of the spoils from their raid on the Paramount library. You've seen that one, I'm sure!

About Mr. Widmark, that chilling, psychopathic little laugh he always giggled in KISS OF DEATH was great, and I'm sure impressed Academy voters. But what's unsettling is that in every one of his later movies Widmark giggled someplace, and he always sounded like Tommy Udo -- even when he was a good guy, all he had to do was give that laugh and you expected him to pull a gun and start blasting! Or shove you down a flight of stairs. One of the things I love about KOD is that it was filmed in and around NYC, including almost all its interiors (only the last scenes seemed to have been done in the studio). Since I was born in and live outside NYC, it's fun to try to spot the same locations, 60 years on. It didn't hit me until I was told, however, that the opening scenes, the jewel robbery, were filmed inside the Chrysler Building. Cool.

(60 years on! Think of it -- that's as long as our friend Van Heflin lived. Talk about how much time has gone by.) Did you ever see a film called THE RAID? It starred Van H. and Anne Bancroft and is based on a true historical incident, the raid by escaped Confederate prisoners on St. Albans, Vermont, in the fall of 1864, in which they looted and sacked the town before escaping back to Canada. It's considered the northernmost battle of the Civil War. My then-girlfriend and I were in VT ten years ago and drove through St. Albans, and there is indeed a plaque in the town square commemorating the attack. Anyway, the movie (1954, same as WW) is pretty good; Lee Marvin, Richard Boone, Peter Graves and others are in it. That would also be a good one to release on DVD someday. I thought of it as it's on Fox Movie Channel again next week, but I know you don't get that one. Picket your cable company!

Yeah, I remember that "I Love Lucy" with Elliott Reid! Never would have thought of it if you hadn't reminded me. God, he did come across as rather smug even in that role, didn't he? But as to THE WHIP HAND, I love Leonard Maltin's movie guide description: "Communists with germ-warfare intentions have taken over an abandoned resort town, but do these slimes REALLY think they can tangle with Elliott Reid?" Heaven forefend, you fiends!

But you -- you are a friend -- with the R!

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Hi! I never thought of it, other than as you say they wanted to show the three couples in WW arriving in NYC via three different modes of transportation (I trust Fred's and Lauren's car was a Gif-Ford), but it occurs to me that taking the train from Dallas was probably Arlene's idea -- two or three days in that private compartment with hubby, just boning him up on how he should crawl before Mr. Gifford, if you'll pardon the obvious expression.... I don't think they had a mile-high club back in '54, and by the end of a six-hour flight (via prop, of course) I'm sure Arlene would've been climbing the cabin walls, the randy little vixen.

Of course, Fred & spouse could've really combined business with pleasure by taking a Greyhound bus instead of their own car. Fred owned, or had a major stake in, the company at some point in his investment-happy life -- remember all those Greyhound bus ads he did in the 70s -- how many people really thought Fred MacMurray traveled by Greyhound? -- although, given his frugality, maybe he did! But I suppose arriving by bus wouldn't have impressed Mr. G.

Funny story from Wm. Demarest! Fred had a brief rough patch professionally in the late 50s, finding top roles hard to come by, and this on the heels of his having been at one point the highest-paid actor in H'wood in the 40s. But he certainly saw his luck change at the end of the decade: first, he enters into a long-term relationship with Disney, who was a cheap s.o.b. but eventually had to pay Mac the money (or share of the profits) he brought in starring in all those Disney films in the 60s. Then he gets one more adult movie role (in THE APARTMENT, a last-minute sub for Paul Douglas, who died before filming began). And then, "My Three Sons", and even here he was amazingly lucky. The show ran on ABC for five years and was then canceled. 99 times out of 100 that's it. But Fred's show is picked up by CBS, where it runs another seven years! After that, a couple of more movies and made-for-TV movies, then retirement in 1978 at 70, thirteen blissful years with an ex-nun (June Haver, who was in a convent for 18 months before ditching it to marry Fred in 1954). Plus all those residuals, and all those bus tickets, and God knows what else. Not bad for a fellow whose only professional training was as a saxaphone player!

There have sort of been remakes of THE NAKED PREY -- APOCALYPTO, for one. I thought Cornel's relationship with the little native kid got a bit too close after a while, but otherwise a good flick. The most horrific scene in that one was the two racist white guys in his party being tortured and killed by the tribe. One guy was tied down in front of a poisonous snake which reared back and struck him. But the really terrible fate was the other guy, who they encased in a body cast of thick, dried mud, with only a couple of shoots stuck in his mouth to let him breathe, then tied him on a roasting spit and cooked him alive like a rotisserie. Ugh. Back to the car dealership. (After all, June did buy him that expensive barbecue set at Macy's. Wonder how they got it home?)

Yes, I'd also forgotten that cloud of cigarette smoke over Elliott's head, a la Murrow, in the "Lucy" episode. Of course, that was a standing joke on 50s TV revues, showing a Murrow-like character deep in thick cigarette smoke. It was indeed lung cancer that killed Murrow at 57 in 1965. Supposedly, in the 50s he kept seeking only doctors who'd let him go on smoking by telling him it was doing him no harm. When he found one he was the only medical man he'd trust, though I can't believe he was so stupid as to not realize he was in deep denial. But he followed this guy's non-advice until it was too late. Odd that a man so dedicated to the truth would be so frightened of it in his own case that he'd deliberately look for a quack who'd tell him what he wanted to hear.

Smoking or being cooked alive. Hmmm. Better to buy it in the swimming pool. Or better yet, on board the Dallas Express, with the Dallas Express herself. There are worse ways to go than that kind of exhaustion, I should think!

Check you later, FilmSon!!

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I often neglect to change the title, as you do so well, so it sounded pretty egocentric for me to send a response to you bearing your laudatory comments for me -- you're kind enough, mi amigo, without my having to do that! Anyway, anything you say bounces off me and sticks to you, as Pee-Wee Herman might have said (and did!).

I'd guess I've got about 6 or 7 years on you, so you may have just been looking the other way when Freddie made his Greyhound commercials -- they might have been limited in their distribution, though they weren't only local. The end of at least one ad had Fred reclining in one of Greyhound's streamliners, smiling out the window as he said something comfy to the audience, then turning his head back and pretending to nod off. I'm sure after the director yelled "Cut" Fred bolted out of the seat screaming "Get me outta this smelly thing!", but lots of little old ladies must've been charmed by the idea that they just might run into Fred MacMurray (!) aboard the Harrisburg-Akron-Springfield-Texarkana-Amarillo-Flagstaff-Long Beach Express and bought as many trips as they could. No doubt Fred cleaned the rest rooms on each one himself. It is, after all, a woman's world.

Oh, that's a subject -- that sappy title tune on WW! I'd almost forgotten about it. I can't even understand the last line -- "It's a woman's world/But only because it's [something]". Can you decipher it? Anyway, even by the standards of 1954 standards, it was gooey and icky and dopey, just like those adjectives. And the credits fading away every so often to show that glitzy globe with all the pretty lights on it revolving around? Gee whiz! Wonder how much they wasted on that prop? Who was it that sang it? The Four Aces, I think? The Four Somebodies. The Four Goo-balls. I guess Charles Brackett, who specialized in faux-sophisticated entertainment at Fox after Billy Wilder split from their partnership, thought such stuff passed as 1950s elegance, at least as far as us ordinary slobs were concerned.

I bet a new Gifford cost about $1750, though. Of course, that's probably for that poor little model Clifton Webb so rudely snubbed during his introductory voice-over. What did his butler drive, I wonder? A VW, probably.

You're right as usual about "Taxi", an ABC-to-NBC transplant. "Get Smart" was another, going from NBC to CBS for its last season. I know that kind of network hopping was not uncommon in the very early days of television, but mostly by small, unremembered programs from the late 40s through the mid-50s. Including stuff that jumped through the DuMont Network! How many people remember that? Even I don't, but I know such a thing existed. Its one-time channels are now mostly occupied by Fox affiliates, I believe.

I knew you'd mention Dolores Hart on that nun subject! Yes, she's still a nun -- I guess by now she'll be one for life! -- and will turn 70 next year. She always did look and act a little prim and proper in all her movies, including WHERE THE BOYS ARE (#1 in Clifton's Top Ten?), never dressing in the least bit provocatively, so I guess she always had deep religious feelings. I know she was in a convent in Connecticut for 7 years (1963-1970) before emerging into full nunhood, and as far as I know she's been in the same place lo these many years. I always wondered whether any of her fellow novitiates or (later) nuns ever asked her about people and movies she was involved in?

I'll bet she disapproved of Audrey Hepburn's 1959 THE NUN'S STORY, even though she hadn't yet gone in. A tough calling.

Good for you for having the toughness to quit smoking. Never had the habit myself, but my father did, and it contributed to his death; likewise my grandfather's (mother's father). It really is amazing, given all we know now, plus public anti-smoking attitudes, to see how incredibly commonplace it once was, even in our lifetimes, and how everyone just accepted it -- did no one ever complain about the air, smelly clothes, anything? I guess not. And don't even mention health aspects. Although, Kirk Douglas has an astounding line in A LETTER TO THREE WIVES, written of course by Joseph L. Mankiewicz, where, mocking commercial radio by giving inane examples of its simple-mindedness, he exclaims, "Will your cigarettes give you cancer?", whereupon he dismisses this serious issue with a ludicrous piece of radio blather. And that was in 1949. 1949! How foresighted is that?

I remember seeing a reprint in American Heritage of an ad for Lucky Strikes, I believe, from the late 30s. Their pitch was that the perfect accompaniment to each course of a Thanksgiving dinner was to smoke one or two Luckies between courses, to cleanse the palate and bring out the taste of the food. Uh-huh. I suppose, in the manner that many Europeans have of giving children a little wine diluted with water at dinner, to introduce them to the beverage later on, the advertisers for Luckies would have encouraged the adults smoking away over the turkey to blow some second-hand smoke into their kids' noses, just to get them started on that all-important culinary habit. And, of course, to improve their little appetites!

I remember a line from DESTINATION MOON, where astronaut Dick Wesson is asked how he's feeling after attaining weightlessness. "Just the way I did when I tried my foist smoke!" he replies (in Brooklynese). Nobody realized the body was telling them something?

When I think of some of H'wood's heaviest smokers all dying relatively young, their hearts or lungs destroyed by smoking -- Tyrone Power, Clark Gable, Robert Taylor, on and on -- it's terrible, and frustrating. Though I'm sure Taylor, the only one of those three to live long enough to see the Surgeon General's report in 1964, would've dismissed it (as many conservatives did in those years) as a Commie plot to undermine our resolve and cripple our economy. Yeah, and then go wash out your mouth with fluoridated water, foolish American!

Pray for us, Mother Dolores!

Have a good weekend, my good friend!

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Hi Filmson,

Your latest post prompted me at last to pull out my VHS copy of WW to check out the sappy theme song. I think the final words are, "It's a woman's world/But only because it's his", which makes no sense, or at least it's a stupid line. However, the quartet belting out that particular piece of ooze was The Four Aces, not the Four Lads, whose contributions to the American music legacy lay elsewhere. I don't remember whether it was the Lads, Aces, Brothers, or whoever who sang "Three Coins in the Fountain", but as you know they didn't sing it in the film itself (they did the 45); Frank Sinatra sang it over the pre-credits sequence, and the theme music, by the great Victor Young (who usually worked at Paramount) was an entirely different score altogether. A chorus sang the song at the close, but nary an Ace nor Lad to be heard amongst them. We'll dig that tidbit up eventually.

Anyway, listening to the song again made me realize that it's even worse than I'd remembered! Really inane lyrics, made worse by that lame attempt at conveying a sense of glamour and urbanity in the way the score was written and orchestrated, and the glttering glode fading in and out of the picture between credits. Yecch! If I ever watch this movie over breakfast I won't need any syrup for my pancakes.

Although I enjoy WW I'm under no il- or delusions about it, same as you, which is why we can make loving fun of the whole thing.

BTW, I've read some more of Noel Coward's letter and diary mentions of Clifton Webb (you might remember the one about Clifton, at Coward's place in Jamaica over Christmas 1961 -- 46 years ago right now -- breaking down and blubbering about having reached 70, and begging NC to tell him he didn't believe it; and Coward's later diary entry that "Of course the poor dear looks 90, but one had to say how surprised one was."). Another Clifton breakdown, apparently the same evening, anyway on the same trip, was over Webb's hysteria at the recent death of his mother, Maybelle, who with CW had been among the most popular "couples" at Hollywood parties in the 40s and 50s. Maybelle had just kicked the bucket at 90-something, and in response to Clifton's inconsolable tears, Coward, in a letter to a mutual friend, wrote, "It must be a terrible thing, to be orphaned at 70!" Nasty, I guess, but not as bad as another crack of Coward's, which I don't recall precisely but was to the effect that it was enough of a tragedy to have a mother named Maybelle! Oh, dear. Cat fight!

Speaking of Clifton and cars, specifically Giffords, I think you're right, the "Giffords" look just like what they were -- Fords, Lincolns and Mercurys, slightly jazzed up by the addition of a few fins and frills to make them look a tad different so they could pass them off as "Giffords", much in the way Fox pasted a few frills onto lizards and called them dinosaurs in another of their "World" pictures, THE LOST WORLD, in 1960. But in rewatching the beginning of the film I sat through Mr. Gifford's opening monologue/voice over, and it struck me again how really supercilious, even rather nasty, he is in this part of the film: (paraphrasing) "It [a convertible] is designed to convert your money into our stock dividends." Then, dismissing another model with fewer miles of electrical circuitry in it than the convertible, "I shall ignore it!" Plus his condescending intro, over the NYC skyline, "This, for those of you who do not recognize what it is you are looking at, is New York." I know they tried to make Clifton "lofty" all the time, increasingly so, as part of his appeal, but I really think they went a bit overboard here. At least he/the scriptwriters calmed down in short order and Webby became his usual arch but kind self.

Astonishing they took five writers to concoct this script, including the top Broadway writing duo of Howard Lindsay and Russell Crouse, and Anita Loos as well. (I guess the two men really got along, since Crouse named his daughter after his writing partner Lindsay, and Lindsay Crouse has had a great acting careeer of her own!)

WW's also a good example of the kind of faux sophistication producer Charles Brackett usually imbued his 50s and early 60s films with. Brackett was a highly respected H'wood denizen and widely known as a man of taste and intelligence, and his preference for glittery material with a real or imagined dash of urbanity is clear in almost all his films. But at the same time, watching these films from this, the final phase of his career (he retired in 1962 and died in 1969), it's clear that the "class" he sought to infuse in his movies was largely superficial, and few ever got beyond sheer entertainment value. Nothing wrong with that, and he was a major H'wood producer/screenwriter throughout -- the main reason Zanuck hired him away from Paramount in 1951 after his break with his longtime partner Billy Wilder. But he never did anything remotely as powerful or original with others after the split with Wilder as he had in those glorious dozen years with Billy. (Though he had NOT had anything to do with DOUBLE INDEMNITY, whose characters he found degrading and unredeeming; Wilder did that on his own, but they reunited afterwards, through SUNSET BOULEVARD in 1950. Brackett always said he never knew why Wilder broke the partnership up, saying he understod Billy wanted to do things on his own but that it would have been nice to have worked together occasionally again. But it was never to be. I think Brackett might have realized he needed the spark the more uncouth, even brutal Wilder could give him to lift him to the heights of his own talents.)

Funny you mention THE NUN'S STORY -- I just read an interesting bit of trivia about it a few days ago (and it happens to be on our PBS channel here in NY tonight). Supposedly, it is the ONLY Warner Bros. film that does not end with music. I don't want to ruin anything for you since you haven't seen it -- it is a great film -- so suffice to say that given the plot resolution they couldn't decide whether to end on upbeat or more downbeat music, so they decided upon none. Thinking about it, it really is the only way the end could work, but that it's so unique in WB history surprises me (and I shall be on the lookout for another music-less ending in a WB film from here on in!). The film is a bit overlong, but it is excellent, and indeed a Fred Zinnemann opus. He, Audrey, and the film received Oscar nominations, and Franz Waxman did the music. The most amazing thing is that Warners wasn't too excited about making this film, assuming it had little box office appeal, but it turned out to be a huge hit, one of the biggest in the company's history up to that time. I'm frankly surprised it did as well as it did. You should definitely try to catch it sometime (it's also on DVD now). Peter Finch is also in it, 17 years before NETWORK, as is that film's supporting actress winner, Beatrice Straight.

Also odd (or psychic?) about your mention of the late Wm. Talman -- I'd been thinking of his final anti-smoking ad, run just prior to his death of lung cancer in 1968, just these past few days. Have you seen his 1953 film THE HITCH-HIKER? Terrific thriller, with Talman a droop-eyed, ultra-menacing homicidal psychotic who hitches rides with motorists and murders them down the road. He gets in with hunters Edmond O'Brien and Frank Lovejoy in Baja but of course doesn't try to murder them as quickly as he has everybody else. He's incredibly scary and the film is tight and well-directed (by Ida Lupino, of all people). I assume you've seen it but if not this is one you should catch. And guess what? It's on next Friday night (Dec. 28, 2007), on TCM, at -- gulp! -- 4:45 AM (actually Saturday morning), which I guess for you would mean 1:45 AM Friday/Saturday PST. Tape it if you haven't seen it. This is one criminal case D.A. Hamilton Burger would've won -- even against Perry Mason!

(By the way, wasn't Hamilton Burger a law clerk for Felix Frankfurter?)

I'll close by saying that I'm overwhelmed by the kindness and generosity of your abundant holiday wishes; and so, given the poverty of my powers of expression, and with your indulgence, I can only turn around those very same and expressive good wishes and offer the same to you and yours! As you said on a post elsewhere (which I ran across and commented upon), you can meet the nicest people on the IMDb boards, and in you I (and anyone else who "talks" with you) has met one of the nicest, most interesting and gentlemanly of all. It's a privilege sharing tales and info with you, and I hope it continues for a long, long time to come. Meantime, my very best for this Christmas and the New Year, my friend.

I think I'll go see what's playing on the DuMont network.



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"Frank N. Furter"?! What, you remember the National Lampoon's 1964 High School Year Book? It had a student named Frank N. Furter! They published that back in 1974 and I remember the Dean of the School of Journalism at the U. of Missouri, where I went to graduate school, proclaimed it "must" reading (and he was 65 years old). When the N.L. did a follow-up four years later, in its phony Sunday newspaper from their fictional town of Dacron, Ohio, they had articles about each of the members of the class of '64, and in FNF's case, he and his family had become the victims of a mass murderer in California called the "stash-bag killer" because he dismembered his victims and tossed the remains in trash bags along California's freeways! Yeah, well, that's the Lampoon.

Yes, I suppose CW would indeed have preferred either Rossano's swarthy, musky, peasant scent or Louis's patrician perfume to Dotty's rather wan enticements, but then, when in Rome....

Speaking of "Three Coins", I always wondered about Webb's character's long spell spent in Italy. If I recall correctly, I believe he said somewhere that he'd lived in Italy for 20 years (or some long number). As this was 1954, that would have meant that he'd moved there under Mussolini and of course spent the war years there. Maybe he couldn't have avoided remaining once the war broke out -- although I'd think he could have moved to, say, Switzerland for the duration -- but I wonder why he'd choose to relocate to a fascist dictatorship in the first place. Because of this I sometimes wondered whether his character was supposed to have been a little bit of a riff on Ezra Pound. The whole history there is a little surprising, given the fact that only a decade earlier, the US and at least Mussolini's by-then puppet regime in northern Italy were still at war. It's a cinch his literary career would have dried up once war broke out (no way to get those manuscripts in!).

It's also notable that after a couple of decades there his Italian runs the gamut from sketchy to non-existent!

BTW, I just learned that that portrait of Gene Tierney from "Laura" that Cliffy keeps on his "public" trophy wall in WW, was also shown in her 1951 film "On the Riviera" with Danny Kaye. I saw that only once, many years ago, and don't remember it, so sometime I'll have to put up with watching it again (not a Kaye fan) to check it out. Apparently the portrait is a photograph of Miss T., painted over.

Do you suppose that that was a revolving wall, where Mr. Gifford could press a button concealed in his desk and it would swing around to show portraits of male strippers, mail-room boys from the factory and low-lifes he cruised on skid row on one side, then when he had guests he swung it around the other way to show off the ladies? I'm sure he could afford it. Maybe Elliott Reid's portrait was in the center? I'll bet his sister had to quietly get him out of a lot of "scrapes", arrange discreet payoffs, that sort of thing.

Speaking again of Clifton, I was watching "Laura" last night and when I went to its IMDb site for fun I was surprised to find that no one had entered a "goof" from that film I'd long known of (so I sent it in; perhaps it'll be posted within the next few weeks). The goof is that, in a couple of shots of Clifton in the bath at the beginning of the film, you can clearly see he's wearing a pair of checkered swim trunks. Although it's no surprise that he deliberately chose to get out of the tub by asking Dana Andrews to toss him his bathrobe -- thereby insuring that Dana would get a hefty gander at Clifton's goods! (Maybe he should have had his own portrait hanging in Laura's apartment.)

Completely agree with you -- Webb's two best perfs were in "Laura" and "The Razor's Edge" (both Oscar-nominated). (You're also absolutely on target about Bill Murray's god-awful remake: he's gotten to be a fairly good "straight" actor since but back then he was terrible, treating the whole thing like a prolonged SNL skit, dead-panning his way through. Very much a by-the-numbers remake, no soul or realism.) Have you seen Webb in "The Dark Corner", also 1946? A very good, underrated little noir. My other favorite of his was "The Man Who Never Was", the 1956 WWII spy thriller based on fact (though a lot of it was changed or fictionalized, surprise). Of course, his third and last Oscar nom was for Best Actor in "Sitting Pretty".

Charles Brackett had worked with Webb on the '53 "Titanic", so I guess he liked him well enough to make "Woman's World" the following year. Brackett managed to win an Oscar for "Titanic" for "Best Story and Screenplay", a writing category that was abolished decades ago. But even that was nothing compared to his output with Billy W.

You know, right after writing that last post about "The Nun's Story" not having any closing music, it was on and I ended up watching it all again, for the first time in a couple of years. There IS a little music at the end, a non-committal theme, just a long bar or two, no huge swelling crescendo or anything; but definitely music. There is also music at the end of "Days of Wine and Roses", but it's much like in "Nun's" -- a fading few bars of the title theme, kind of left hanging before its conclusion. For some reason I can't remember the music situation at the end of "Bonnie and Clyde"; I'll have to check that one out again too. Anyway, it goes to show, you can't always trust what you read on the IMDb boards! Hmmmm.....

I always thought Audrey H. was terribly miscast in "My Fair Lady". Jack L. Warner wanted "stars" for the movie version and originally asked Cary Grant and James Cagney to take the roles of Henry Higgins and Mr. Doolittle, but both refused; so Jack L. had to "make do" with the stage performers, "Sexy Rexy" Harrison and Stanley Holloway -- 1 Oscar, 1 nomination. But Audrey took the role that should have gone to its originator on B'way, Julie Andrews. She ought to have had the sense not to. I guess Julie had her revenge when she won the Best Actress Oscar that year for "Mary Poppins", while Audrey wasn't even nominated (and didn't deserve one, I believe). You remember Julie's acceptance speech? At the end she said, "I want to thank Jack Warner for making this possible," to "ooooooo's" from the audience. I don't blame her, but she really is apparently quite the bitch. I just saw last week that she ranks I think 7th on the list of top ten worst celebrities in responding to fans' autograph requests. Assuming anyone's asking anymore.

So glad to have these chats with you, pal. Just came away a few days ago from an extermely nasty exchange with some nut-job over on the boards for "A Night to Remember" and "Titanic" (the 1943 German propaganda film, not Clifton's '53 film or the '97 epic). He kept calling me lunatic, imbecile, moron, etc. -- and all because I disagreed that two brief shots of the ship were models (to me, they're plainly real footage, which, to be arrogant, I know to be the case; the same shots appear in both movies). I've never even read his last post (on the ANTR board) since he pushed me into some moderately intemperate ripostes myself, and I didn't want to lose ALL control! Anyway, there are a few such individuals lurking about this site, but as you told that other poster elsewhere, the vast majority of people are quite nice, helpful and fun to talk to, such as yourself.

So you see? You give me the chance to enjoy someone who's informative, interesting AND polite...a welcome change from the invective I encountered last week. Thank you!

Talk to you later, my friend.

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Hey Filmson! Finally getting back to one of my favorite correspondents. This thread is getting to be a crazy-quilt of back-and-forth postings -- hard to keep track of the order of things!

I didn't know LAURA and SUNSET B. were your two all-time faves (good choices), but per my previous post, I'm sure old Clifton would just as soon not have worn any trunks in his "bath"; but then, with Dana in the room, that might have given rise to some unfortunate, um, thing. Still, he could have moved his typewriter tray with no hands.

Or figure him jumping in after Bill Holden in SUNSET!

Too bad he and Montgomery Clift never co-starred in anything. I can see the marquees now: "Clift and Clifton: The perfect pair!"

By the way, when he realizes who Mark MacPhereson is, Lydecker mentions "The siege of Babylon, Long Island." Around my neck of the woods that always gets a laugh because my summer home is just a couple of miles away from Babylon...today hardly the relatively empty, remote spot it must have been in 1944 or before!

Though I guess they still have their occasional gunfights!

In fact, I always wondered what MacPhereson, a New York City cop, would have been doing hunting down a gangster out on Long Island, several counties east of his jurisdiction. I guess he was there in tandem with the nominally-in-charge Suffolk County police (or whatever local force existed then), but still, I wonder who paid for his silver shinbone, and whether Laura, when she finally saw him naked on the wedding night (tsk-tsk), would have screamed in horror at the scar and fled back to Shelby, leaving Mark to seek solace with his little baseball game, his bottle, and Lydecker's checkered swimming trunks (a.k.a., "evidence"). Maybe he should have put in a bid on those instead of the portrait? Or maybe that's what Mr. Gifford hung on the other side of his revolving portrait wall in WW -- the swimsuits of all the office boys he'd invited down for "the weekend".

Hmmm....

With a little creativity, WOMAN'S WORLD could be just a step or two away from HOSTEL.

A funny thing about THE DARK CORNER is the car chase that ensues after Bendix bends over and gets bent out the window. When Mark Stevens swipes the cab and the cop jumps on the running board of a second car to give chase, the scenes jump from midtown Manhattan to lower Manahttan and from the south to the upper east side, back and forth, miles apart from each other -- laughable to anyone with even a sketchy knowledge the city's geography. (Not to mention the cop holding onto the car with one arm and firing wildly ahead -- yeah, officer, don't worry about them innocent bystanders, they're on the wrong side of town anyway.)

I thought the chemistry between CW and Babs Stanwyck in TITANIC was okay -- about the same as between him and any other of his leading ladies. Not a crack, but his stock-in-trade was that lofty aloofness, which made it difficult for him to really seem much more than a companion to his leading lady, if any. In close to half his sound films he really didn't have a "leading lady" in the sense of his having a direct romantic or marital interest in same, so he just naturally seemed a bit detached in any situation. Hey, if he could resist Dana, Tyrone and Zero Mostel (MR. BELVEDERE RINGS THE BELL), he could hold out against anybody!

By the way, do make an effort to buy or rent THE MAN WHO NEVER WAS. It really is a good film, if marred by a miscast, miswritten and consequently obnoxious Gloria Grahame. I remember the TV show in name only, don't recall if I ever saw an episode, but I believe it had only a slight connection with the movie (or book).

Back to TITANIC for a moment.... I think the "scandal" of CW's son being "illegitimate", as 50s parlance would have had it (except they dared not even use that word in the screenplay: the suggestion itself was too much for hypersensitive Charlie Brackett), was supposed to be quite shocking for the time, but the denoument was still a bit surprising. But what always infuriated me about that film was the notion that the poor ignorant steerage passengers were so terrified that they couldn't understand what was happening and refused to budge -- even though they would have been the first to see the incoming tide, as it were. Brackett was such a conservative, upper crust snob that he daren't advert to that little tidbit, instead assuming this noblesse-oblige crap, with all the robber barons joining in to help rescue those both less fortunate and more underwater. Hah!

When they were still writing partners, Billy Wilder had gone over to Brackett's house with his fiancee on election night 1948, where Brackett had invited many of Hollywood's leading right-wingers to celebrate the impending Dewey victory. Wilder had to leave early but later returned, by which time Truman's win had become obvious. He recalled especially Mary Pickford drinking and carrying on about how the Reds were taking over, the country had gone Communist, and there was no hope left for the West -- by which she presumably meant more than California. At least Wilder got a chuckle.

But Brackett never conceived an evil rich man for his films. All tycoons were decent, and the system worked infallibly. Hey, it did for him!

Did you ever see a movie called TEENAGE REBEL? Despite its title, it's not a rock'n'roll hell-raiser, but a so-called drama about a spoiled girl forced to send her summer with her mother and her new husband and son in California, while all the while pining to go back home to suburban NY and her rich father and his floozy. Mom is Ginger Rogers, stepdad Michael Rennie, and the girl someone who disappeared after about three movies and four TV shows. Naturally, after all her rebelliousness, she discovers that her father just wants her out of the way so he can fool around with Miss Mink Stole back east, that mom really does love her in spite of their years of separation, that her "new" family is just swell, and that her new friends in CA -- especially the movies' perpetual, tubby, self-righteous adolescent, Warren Berlinger -- are not merely peachy, but keen. In other words, she conforms. What really makes me laugh is that this one was written by Brackett and Walter Reisch (two of the guys on TITANIC), and directed by Edmund Goulding, all of them in their 60s -- like they'd know about modern (1956) teenage angst? Man, you cats can sure, like, relate, daddy-o!

Ah, well. Unfortunately, I didn't take your sound advice and got into another contretemps with a gentleman over on the board for SHE (1935), though not quite as nasty as my previous go-round. Uses "we" and "us" instead of lowering himself to the level of the common nitwitery by employing "I" or "me", which should tell you (thee?) something. On another thread on the same board I noticed he took a shot at Helen Gahagan (Douglas), the star of SHE (her only film), wife of Melvyn D., and as you know, later a Congresswoman and defeated Senate candidate in your home state against a Mr. Nixon in 1950. He claims that HG was so upset over how she came across in SHE that she tried to buy up all the prints of the film to have them destroyed. I have no idea if that's true, it might be, but he uses it as a springboard to inform people that she was running for Congress (actually, almost a decade later) as the candidate of the, quote, "Democrat (Liberal) Party", and hence was just another left-wing hypocrite vis-a-vis the 1st Amendment. Wow! I feel like replying that it's the "Democratic", not "Democrat", Party (even Reagan didn't use that silly phrase), but it's clear he has an ideological and political chip on his shoulder. Had it been a conservative star, he might have deplored the destruction attempt, but I'm sure would have left unmentioned any political affiliations. My, my.

Come to think of it, he would have done well on Brackett's version of the Titanic, at least until it came time to save the peons.

My friend, as always, a pleasure -- hope to hear from you soon, and my apologies for the delay. With you, I always have to take more time and thought in composing my replies!

By the way, may I hazard the guess that you took your "White Cliftons of Dover" title from having just seen THE WHITE CLIFFS OF DOVER on TCM a few days earlier???? Very funny!

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Hi, FilmSon! You know, you're right about the sandtraps one can fall into on these boards. On several posts of Japanese sci-fi movies there was a very congenial, knowledgeable and helpful guy who went by the moniker (no, not Lewinsky) "controller of planet x". He helped me find some titles I was looking for and was very informaed and informative. Well, a few weeks ago I noticed that ALL his posts on a site were "deleted by an administrator". Since then, I've visited a couple of other sites where the same situation obtains. I just can't imagine what transgression he could have committed to be banished from every IMDb board permanently (especially since I never read an argumentative, nasty or other such post of his anywhere). Must've been a lulu. Too bad, especially when I think of some of the real name-calling nut cases I've seen in these here parts. Oh, well...

If I vanish one day it'll be because I lost it with one of them, I expect!

Now...after our last discourse I looked up the site for TEENAGE REBEL, and I was amazed at what I found. Betty Lou Keim, who played the, you should pardon the expression, titular rebel, Dodie (no relation to anyone who runs Harrod's), retired not long after she got married in 1960. Her husband, ever since? (Drum roll.....) Warren Berlinger!! WOW! Evidently they're still blissfully wed, he's 70 now and she's pushing it, they have kids and grandkids, and while she quit the biz decades back WB is still doing things occasionally. Man, was I bowled over by that one, especially since they married four years after they co-starred in this thing. Wonder if Charles Brackett was there to kiss the bride? Oh, well, a nice turn of events, and a rare happy H'wood marriage, I guess.

The thing that always bugged me about Warren was that while I thought he was a good actor and a good guy his roles always seemed to be that of a down-to-earth but self-righteous type. It's seen in TEENAGE REBEL, but much more so in BLUE DENIM, where he's practically set to commit murder to stop Brandon de Wilde from getting his girlfriend an...abortion!!! A word they never use, of course. And guess who produced that little excursion into teen depravity? Charlie Brackett! Whatever the value of the lesson he was imparting, he certainly liked to score points with people 50 years younger than him, and seems to have favored Warren B. as his alter-ego stand-in. Doesn't look as if it worked!

By then Charlie's career was sliding downhill as his commercial instincts faltered. He did do JOURNEY TO THE CENTER OF THE EARTH that year ('59), but most of his other stuff wasn't so well recieved. But he often insisted on stuffing his films with god-awful title songs, most of them thoroughly inappropriate and -- what's the word? -- oh, yes: bad.

We've discussed the molasses-driven "It's a Woman's World", which since our last chat about it I've decided is even worse than I thought previously. His dopey and about 30-years-out-of-date song for TEENAGE REBEL, called "Dodie" after our heroine (oh, sorry, Warren disapproved of that too), is sappy and condescending -- if I recall correctly, the lyrics' message is basically, Dodie, why aren't you conforming, all you have to do is shape up and realize we love you and stop being such a slutty brat, now shut up and go down to the malt shoppe. (It was actually co-written by the 60-something director, Ed Goulding, as I may have said; he wrote a lot of songs in his career but his style remained firmly halted at about 1938. But poor Ed killed himself in 1959 out of career despair -- T.R. would seem to have been enough to drive one to it -- so we'll go easy on him.)

Then there's CB's last film for Paramount, THE MATING SEASON (1951), a pretty good flick actually, but again with an inane and misconceived title tune, something imaginative like "This is the mating season, now-ow-ow". And some others.

It may be fitting that he closed out his career with one of the worst musicals ever committed to film, his disastrous 1962 rendition of the classic STATE FAIR. Really awful -- so much so that to make sure it sold on DVD Fox stuck it on as a bonus feature with the original, Academy-Award-winning 1945 film. Of course, as bad as the remake was shaping up to be, old Charlie insured its doom by hiring that world-famous musical genius as director -- Jose Ferrer. If you've ever seen any of the films Jose helmed, suffice to say he had as much insight about camera movement, cutting and editing, shooting angles, pacing and performance as one of those apocryphal monkeys-with-a-typewriter who eventually pounds out "King Lear". Only Jose never came up with King Lear.

On the other hand, Charlie did produce the exquisite ghost film THE UNINVITED at Paramount in 1944, with its hauntingly [sic] beautiful love song, "Stella by Starlight", so that makes up for a lot of subsequent miscues. He did that film while taking time away from then-partner Billy Wilder because of his disapproval of the heinous, vicious, murderous, nasty, and definitely-not-of-our-crowd characters in DOUBLE INDEMNITY.

And so we return to WOMAN'S WORLD...and Elliott Reid's still breathing! Wonder if his portrait lurked on the other side of our infamous Clifton Wall of Shame? You know, it occurs, when did these women sit for their portraits? I mean, how long did Mr. Gifford keep them around so they had time to pose for his artist-in-residence (or might it have been "artist in THE residence", or even "in the resident"?). I suppose they were well paid, but honestly, would any self-respecting tramp want her picture on Gifford's wall, even if he did give her 50 bucks and a steak dinner? That's assuming they made it back to town from the "return voyage" aboard his yacht. But I doubt Gifford ever had to seriously worry that a detective from the NYPD Missing Persons Bureau might show up in the trophy room and notice a resemblance between the latest Jane Doe fished out of the river and Miss January down there on the lower left. But no wonder every Gifford had such a spacious trunk!

Till later, my good friend!



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Any truth to the rumor that Jack and Clifton were related or possibly lovers?

Nothing is more beautiful than nothing.

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No, neither. But it makes a great conspiracy theory: think about it. Did they ever make a movie together? No. Were they ever seen in public together? No. What? Not even in a crowd? No. Aha! Then they must have been related AND lovers -- kissin' cousins! How better to prove the relationship than by the very absence of proof? Just like all those JFK-conspiracy losers -- what better proof of the vastness of such a sinister conspiracy than its utter lack of proof?

"Jack! Clifton! What are you boys doing up there in the attic?"

"Nothing!"

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Your proof of no proof is the exact proof we need; it sounds almost like the proof of religion being true. Hugely seductive and at the same moment completely empty! Sign me up for it -- I love it!!

Nothing is more beautiful than nothing.

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