Showing posts with label George Cukor. Show all posts
Showing posts with label George Cukor. Show all posts

Saturday, June 06, 2026

Movie review - "Let's Make Love" (1960) **

 The dud credit for Marilyn Monroe among her latter movies - this actually had some decent people on it, like Norman Krasna and George Cukor, not to mention marilyn, but it's a vehicle for Yves Montand, who struggles with English.

I don't like this movie. Don't believe Yves Montand as a millionaire, don't enjoy him, or his deception - a Frenchman in America is fish out of water enough. In Norman Krasna's defence he said he wrote the script for someone like Charlton Heston or Gregory Peck. There's no sense of Montand's world - Wilfrid Hyde White and Tony Randall don't feel like they come from it.

It's not a bad idea but there's not much development. No sense of why doing this deception will help make him a better person. Or why he likes Marilyn. Montand doesn't deserve his money.

I remember the awkwardness of scenes like a gag writer attacking Montand. 

It has studio production values, and Marilyn, who clearly doesn't want to be there but it the best thing about it. There's novelty of an off Broadway musical but too much Frankie Vaughan.  

The film is packed with people having an off day - Montand, Monroe, Krasna, Cukor. 

Maybe it would've worked had Montand be surrounded by French and it had been about the French falling in love with America. That would've worked. 

Sunday, February 22, 2026

Book review - "Joan Crawford" by Scott Eyman (2025)

 Very good book. Eyman loves to step up when redeeming maligned figures. He's sympathetic to Joan but doesn't gloss over her negative qualities. Solid research. A few too many smart ass asides.

Monday, February 02, 2026

Book review - "The Ear of the Heart: An Actress' Journey from Hollywood to Holy Vows" by Dolores Hart 

 Great book. Fascinating. More than half is nun stuff. I got lost in some Catholicism but there's plenty of human conflict in those abbeys. 

She seems like a nice person. Not without desire - she was up for kissing Stephen Boyd (they later clashed over his scientology). Henry Levin's wife was jealous of her and wrote a letter in the abbey calling her selfish. She had boyfriends. Said she wanted to kill Debbie Reynolds when she found out Reynolds had been cast in the film.

Full of interesting sketches - George Peppard looked down his nose at her during Pleasure of His Company,  Elvis was shy and awkward, Anna Magnani was terrifying but then nice, Where the Boys Are was a dream, Lois Nettleon became a friend as did Karl Malden and Patricia Neal, she helped Neal get back in the saddle after Roald Dahl left her, Paula Prentiss was a mate, Michael Curtiz was a bully on King Creole.

Seems like a nice person. Not in a two dimensional way. Her parents sound like pieces of work. 

Movie review - "Wild is the Wind" (1957) **

 Hal Wallis' follow up for Anna Magnani after The Rose Tattoo. There's lots of emoting and yelling. tThe plot has Magnani marry Anthony Quinn but be hot for his surrogate son Tony Franciosa - they have decent chemistry.

It's just not a very interesting movie. Needed a murder or something. There's some horse capture scenes. Only... who cares? Who cares if she stays with Quinn or goes off with the younger guy? That was my main problem.

Dolores Hart is enjoyable mostly by not over acting. I wish her part had been bigger. 

Sunday, November 16, 2025

Rex Harrison top ten

 1. My Fair Lady (1964)

2. Cleopatra (1963)

3. Anna and the King of Siam (1946)

4. The Ghost and Mrs Muir (1947)

5.  Blithe Spirit (1945)

6. Night Train to Munich (1940)

7. Dr Doolittle (1967)

8. Midnight Lace (1960)

9. Major Barbara (1941)

10. The Rake's Progress (1945) 

Wednesday, May 07, 2025

Book review - "George Cukor's People" by Joseph McBride

 Interesting take on Cukor's career, focusing on performances and acting. McBride isn't an actor or director but is a good writer and it's a fresh take. He doesn't seem to want to write in depth biographies any more but it's worth a read.

Sunday, June 05, 2022

Movie review - "The Model and the Marriage Broker" (1951) **1/2

 The Mating Season was enough of a hit for Charles Brackett to devise another Thelma Ritter starring vehicle. Here she is a marriage broker who tries to set up various people.

Ritter is charming but a little of her goes a long way, and there's probably too much of her here. For me, Jeanne Crain was the true revelation - I've never liked her much in everything but here she was terrific, as a department store model who keeps dating married men, and winds up kind of adopted by Ritter. She has a romance with Scott Brady who's commitment phobic-  although instead of exploring that he's really the standard unpleasant alpha from 50s Hollywood movies (I guess being an x ray technician is a little different), who tries to paw Crain, and only agrees to marry her when she won't put out. It's still the best work I've seen from Crain.

The main issue of this film for me was all the subplots - they're all over the place. Ritter has all these customers, but Crain isn't one, and his sister she's estranged from, and an old guy who's keen on her, and Michael O'Shea as a friend (who delivers this awful Capra-style speech to Crain about Ritter) who's hot for Ritter too (Ritter would've loved this film two blokes want to marry her). It is unique in celebrating romance amongst the less attractive including Miss Hathaway from Beverly Hillbillies and Zero Mostel. One of her clients, this Swedish guy at the beginning played by Frank Fontaine, seems mentally disabled. He's meant to be Swedish, I know, but he does not seem all there.

George Cukor directed.

Wednesday, April 27, 2022

Book review - "Solid Ivory" by James Ivory

 Not a straight up memoir more a collection of pieces - essays on people Ivory has known (Lillian Ross, Raquel Welch, George Cukor plus of course Ruth and Ismail) and places (Venice, India), plus a long memoir section of growing up with a lot of gay content in it. Not a lot on the films though there are bits - a far wack on Shakespeare Wallah, getting Vanessa Redgrave on The Bostonians (it was almost Glenn Close), the development of Call Me By Your Name, working with Raquel Welch on The Wild Party. I would've liked more on the movies - the Weinstein dramas on The Golden Bowl, and the high points of Howards End and so on. The best bits are the chapters on Ruth and Ismail Merchant. I would've liked a different book, more film orientated, but this was interesting.

Saturday, February 13, 2021

The Lost Roles of Ben Gazzara

 * In 1957 Sam Spiegel signed him to play the sheriff in The Chase - film not made for almost a decade later, when Marlon Brando played the part

* In 1957 it was announced MGM were talking to him about reprising his stage role in Cat on a Hot Tin Roof which Elizabeth Taylor was attached to... how genuine was this? In Gazzara's memoirs he says George Cukor was meant to direct and Cukor and Ben Thau wanted him, but Cukor left when the gay subplot had to be cut. Eddie Mannix pushed for Paul Newman and got his way.

* In 1964 he and Jack Garfein announced they had bought the screen rights to Calder Willingham's novel Natural Child - never made 

* In 1957 it was announced he turned down Wind in the Evergaldes

* In 1957 it was announced he had the rights to the novel The Bandit by Garvin Maxwell about the outlaw Guiliano (I think Gazzara played him on TV)

* In his memoirs he says he turned down the Henry Fonda role in the 1956 War and Peace.




Saturday, May 18, 2019

Book review - "Full Service: My Adventures in Hollywood and the Secret Sex Lives of the Stars " by Scott Bowers (2012)

Exhausting to read. Fascinating in parts. Not particularly well written. The sort of book where the good articles about it are more entertaining than the book itself. Bowers has no problem being molested as a young boy or a young teen under priests - which I know is the attitude of some people.

There's plenty of choice gossip, and to be honest a lot of it seemed plausible - Vivien Leigh was a wildcat in bed, Charles Laughton and Tyrone Power liked shit in their sex, Cole Porter was into oral, Montgomery Clift and Roddy McDowall were exceedingly fussy with their tastes, John Carradine was kinky, Errol Flynn liked girls but very very young, Cary Grant and Randolph Scott liked dudes, Rock Hudson is in there. The Duke and Duchess of Windsor. Gore Vidal was a friend.

Spencer Tracy and Katherine Hepburn both being gay does surprise me - I guess it makes sense. Who knows?

Some stuff felt true because the people weren't famous eg producer Frank MacArthur being gay. Some stuff was just funny like Steve Reeves turning tricks for George Cukor. Some of it I did struggle with - like Bowers being around J Edgar Hoover. Maybe it happened, I'm not that wordly, I just struggled with it.

The best bits of the book are where it stories feel more detailed and authentic - like getting Nestor Almederos to the Oscar ceremony. Bowers had a full life!

Thursday, December 08, 2016

Movie review - "Gaslight" (1944) ****

A really excellent movie. I'd heard of it, of course - the film's title helped inspire the famous term "gaslighting" - but had never seen it until recently. I think it would easily rank with one of the best movies that Charles Boyer, Ingrid Bergman, Joseph Cotten and George Cukor ever made.

The MGM team seem to have gotten excited at the prospect of making some Victorian gothic romance and responded with impressive period detail. It's very atmospheric and beautifully shot and the three leads all suit the period setting. I was surprised MGM would feel as though they had to borrow all three but they are all superb... Bergman so beautiful and fragile (she always looked dazed when in love... important for this role since her character is manipulated), Boyer handsome and driven and manipulative, Cotten is amiable and smart (I never felt Cotten was a proper star but he was a first rate leading man).

What gives the piece unexpected freshness is the emotional manipulation - Boyer is abusing his wife by playing tricks, trying to drive her insane. This has incredible resonance today where domestic violence is such a hot topic. Boyer isn't physically violent to Bergman but he treats her terribly - the scenes are powerful to watch.

His plan is extremely complicated and I didn't quite buy he'd go to such effort - I had this problem with Patrick Hamilton's original play as well. I also felt the last confrontation between Boyer and Bergman might have been more effective if Boyer had more of a chance to get away.

Angela Lansbury shines in a choice support role as a vicious made. Dame May Whitty does her Dame May Whitty thing. It's a really good movie.

Sunday, September 04, 2016

My Stewart Granger Top Ten

1) Scaramouche (1952) - Granger's best film and best performance - wonderful fun
2) Moonfleet (1955) - flawed but entertaining smuggler movie
3) All the Brothers Were Valiant (1954) - fun adventure tale with Granger an ideal villain
4) Caravan (1946) - outrageous Gainsborough high camp fun
5) Captain Boycott (1947) - intelligent well made period movie
6) Fanny By Gaslight (1944) - strong melodrama
7) The Man in Grey (1943) - the film that made Granger a star and it still holds up
8) The Prisoner of Zenda (1952) - it may have remade the Selznick version exactly but this is still good
9) Bhowani Junction (1956) - underrated post colonial melodrama
10) Waterloo Road (1945) - smug in many ways but Granger gives one of his best performances as a spiv

 Richard Burton wrote in his diary that you couldn't have a Stewart Granger Film Festival. Is this true? Well, it would be a little low rent.

But thinking classy movies

- Some Launder and Gilliats: Waterloo Road, Captain Boycott

- Caesar and Cleopatra

- Some Gainsboroughs: Man in Grey, Fanny by Gaslight, Love Story, Madonna of the Seven Moons, Magic Bow

- MGM auteur pieces: Moonfleet (Fritz Lang), Bhowani Junction (George Cukor)

- Scaramouche!

So you could.

Sunday, November 16, 2014

Movie review - "Camille" (1936) ***

If you're a fan of Greta Garbo you'll love this movie because it gives her a chance to act all over the place - play coy, funny, tragic, romantic, sexy, etc. Camille is a dream part for an older woman - you get to wear fantastic clothes, all the men pant over you (including a handsome elder one and dashing younger) and you get to die and have all the sympathy.

It's done with MGM gloss which means plenty of over the top costume and sumptuous production design; the censor has pulled back on what Camille does for a living but it's still clear to adults what's going on.

The performances of Lionel Barrymore and Robert Taylor have been much criticised. Barrymore was indeed irritating - all ham and self righteousness, barnstorming his way around the set as he scolds Garbo; Taylor I went easier on - he wasn't a very good actor but he does his best and he's got the looks. Henry Daniell is superb and there is some garishly overly the top support from character actors like Laura Hope Crews.

I didn't really get into this and the finale, where Camille kicks the bucket, left me cold. Maybe I'm shallow. But like I say if you enjoy Greta Garbo you'll get into it. 

Saturday, September 07, 2013

Movie review - "Gone with the Wind" (1939) *****

Just saw this again on the big screen at the Astor - introduced by none other than Bill Collins - and was struck how well it has aged. Some things didn't surprise me - the sumptuous technicolor, Vivien Leigh's dynamic performance as Scarlett O'Hara, the productions values and epic sweep of the story, Max Steiner's top rate score, the strength of the spine (at it's core the story is about Scarlett's pursuit of Ashley).

But other things did surprise me. The mark of a classic is a film that gives you new things with every fresh viewing and that's certainly the case with Gone with the Wind. For instance Clarke Gable's performance - every film fan knows how well cast he was as Rhett Butler and he does the early smiling, swashbuckling buccaneer stuff with expected aplomb, laughing delightedly at Scarlett's antics and warning the hot headed Southerners they shouldn't go into war; however I was surprised to see how well he handed the later Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf? section, where Rhett and Scarlett find themselves in a domestic nightmare: the loathing, drinking, self hatred combined with love, two people essentially smacking themselves around emotionally. In many ways Rhett is a romance novel ideal - impossibly handsome, rich, funny, good at love making, charming, devoted to his daughter, intent at Scarlett, etc - but he does have some light and shade: his jealousy towards Ashley Wilkes, his platonic love/admiration for Melanie. And Gable gets it all. There are some really tricky scenes where he has to go all over the shop - hating and loving his wife, tormented by the loss of his child, etc - but he pulls them off. Gable would have deserved an Oscar for his role - Robert Donat did too, but Gable was a better actor than he got credit for.

I also had an increased appreciation for Olivia de Havilland's work. Its a thankless role in many ways - she's nice, genuinely good, kind of like a Christian where Scarlett is part of her faith - and de Havilland succeeds in not only making it believable, but likeable. During some scenes - particularly in the carriage with Belle and with a drunken Rhett - it's lovely subtle work.

Leslie Howard is the least effective out of the four but its the least effective part: virile yet wet, if that makes sense. Howard is believably handsome enough to attract Leigh's attention for so long, but also weak enough understand why he can't leave de Havilland.

I was surprised how many relatively decent roles there were for black actors. Please note the use of the word "relative" - the movie does have the values of its time, and Butterfly McQueen's Missy is a caricature, but compared to other Hollywood movies set in the South, this is positively liberal. Missy has some genuinely funny moments and in the film's defence there are plenty of other white ninnies in the cast (Scarlett slaps her sister as well as Missy). Hattie McDaniel is superb and very charismatic as the no-nonsense Mammie; there's also loyal and tough Sam who saves Scarlett from being raped/murdered and the nice house servant. There are scenes of houseboys fanning sleeping Southern bells and slaves toiling in the fields - yes its whitewashed in many ways, and the movie seems to mock the naive emancipated slaves during the reconstruction scenes, but its not as bad as say Prisoner of Shark Island.

The way David O Selznick dealt with tricky censorship material is marvellous: the Ku Klux Klan equivalent comes across as what it was meant to without spelling it out; ditto the profession of Belle Watling. I was also struck how inexpensively many of the scenes were, particularly in the second half - such as that two hander of Rhett and Scarlett walking along talking to unseen old ladies.

There is considerable richness in the supporting characters: the nice doctor, his wife who excitedly wants to know what the inside of a brothel looks like, Scarlett's dull but brave second husband, Ashley Wilkes' vicious bitchy sister, Scarlett's noble mother, her father who goes ga-ga (he's the one character where its a relief he almost died).

Okay now for some flaws: there's an awful lot of characters talking to themselves to make a point, some over-florid dialogue, occasionally the actors would mumble and some shots seemed out of focus, that marital rape was a bit close to the wind, the race issue is a massively loaded on, the second half feels long going at times. But it was hard to find spots to cut (maybe the London sequence but even that was needed to allow Scarlett time to fall pregnant).

But its aged so well. In part because the central character is selfish - selfishness ages well, just look at Richard III - and also because people's motives are understandable: loving someone who doesn't love them, avoiding hunger, being bound by honour, knowing a cause is stupid but feeling bad for not fighting for it, hating your partner, wanting to gossip. 

Scarlett is a little minx, interested in her own affairs above all... but she's still more sensible than pretty much every other female character in the movie (except Mammy and her mother) and most of the male characters as well. She knows war is a stupid idea - and she's right. 

The south is idealised in a way - but its clear that the war was pointless, caused by romantic idiots, and caused great suffering; the pain and anguish of war is quite full on here: soldiers in agony, limbs go missing, people go nuts, starvation results, there are looters and rapists on both sides. Rhett does fight for the south but not after mocking it. Ashley is a kind, courteous and decent - and held up as a weak idiot. People make fun of Melanie for being naive. No one character is presented as being all knowing and perfect, so its a film that can be enjoyed by many.

It's a flawed contentious masterpiece - but it is a masterpiece.

Saturday, June 22, 2013

Movie review - "RKO Radio Pictures: A Titan is Born" (2012) by Richard Jewel

Jewell co-authored the excellent RKO Story years ago but thankfully came back with this entertaining history, which goes from the beginning of the studio until the end of the George Schaefer regime in the 1940s - admittedly frustrating, since I was hoping to go through until the end (which only would have been another decade) but presumably volume two is on its way.

RKO was always an odd kind of studio - one of the eight majors, with big backing (RCA, Joseph Kennedy), impressive resources... but it always seemed in a permanent state of crisis, and its eventual death mustn't have been that surprising in the late 1950s. Many reasons for this are raised here, chief of which seems to be management instability - the people in charge kept changing; they had David O. Selznick for a time and could have kept him (and then gotten him back) but foolishly didn't; ditto Pando Berman. (Later they had Charles Koerner who died.)

George Schaefer has a high reputation because he backed Citizen Kane but here comes across as a bit of a stubborn idiot who didn't suit his job and cost the studio millions. They also displayed a bewildering inability to produce stars, letting talents like Joan Fontaine, Lucille Ball and Joel McCrea through their fingers, and being unable to hold onto Astaire and Rogers or Kate Hepburn, and even Orson Welles (who surely could have been used as an actor more).

Still whenever RKO looked weak they manged to pull a rabbit out of the hat: King Kong, Astaire-Rogers, Little Women, Ginger Rogers vehicles, Garson Kanin, Val Lewton, Gunga Din, The Saint. Jewel covers most of this, with particular looks at Astaire-Rogers, Hepburn, Gunga Din, Kong, Welles' films and some other key movies such as Bachelor Mother.

Well written, superbly researched, although it did take me a while to wrap my head around all the non famous crucial executives who appear in it because there are so many. Studios really do work better when they are benign dictatorships and RKO's problem is that it wasn't - or had crap dictators.

Thursday, July 07, 2011

Movie review – “Dinner at Eight” (1933) ****1/2 (warning: spoilers)

MGM at its pinnacle – an all-star adaptation of a Broadway hit, produced by the boss’ son in law (David O Selznick), directed by George Cukor, a Kaufman-Ferber play adapted by Frances Marion and Herman Mankiewicz. 
 
This is really wonderful, a lot better than I remembered. It’s slightly happier than the original play – for instance tycoon Wallace Beery decides not to take over Barrymore’s shipping line – but is still quite dark: John Barrymore still kills himself; Lionel Barrymore is still going to die in a few years because of his heart; his daughter (Madge Evans, who I’d never heard of, is quite good) has to marry a man she doesn’t really love; it’s clear that married Jean Harlow and engaged Madge Evans are sleeping with men they’re not supposed to (doctor Edmund Lowe and John Barrymore).
 
Some feel that Marie Dressler gives the best performance, but I found she mugged a little. The Barrymore brothers are touching in their different roles, Billie Burke is funny (especially when she moans as if she has all the problems in the world, unaware what is going on around her), and Beery and Harlow are brilliantly hilarious together as a married couple – Beery the uncouth tycoon, smart about business but clueless about his wife; Harlow his trashy wife, who bullies the maid, puts on a cutesy voices, and is banging her doctor. 
 
May Robson, as a maid enlisted to being a dinner guest, feels tacked on, and I don’t think we needed to actually see any scenes at the dinner itself – it would have been just as effective being all lead up. Wonderful final line (not in the play incidentally).

Monday, September 20, 2010

Movie review – “Gone with the Wind” (1939) *****

This film ages so well. Not just the quality that went into it's making - the stunning art design, costumes, colour photography, cast - but the relationship between Scarlett and Rhett. He's a creature out of romantic fiction but with a modern neurotic twist: he loves Scarlett but can't let her know because she'll crush him, which she ends up doing anyway; and she's so selfish and self-involved, chasing after a guy who doesn't want her. It's Edward Albee territory in a way, and remains powerful drama. The film has appalling racist depiction of blacks (although Hattie McDaniel's Mammy has spirit), but is a true epic, and Scarlett O'Hara is one of the great unsympathetic protagonists of all time. Perfectly cast: Vivien Leigh is so good, as is Clark Gable and Olivia de Havilland (wonderful in an impossible role). I liked Leslie Howard too as the wishy-washy Ashley. A huge tribute to the studio system.

Monday, January 04, 2010

Book review – “Memo from David O Selznick” Ed Rudy Behlmer

Excellent collection of memos from the famed producer whose record during the Golden Years of Hollywood is second to none. His record in the post-war environment was a little more iffy; the memos reveal a man with great insight and ideas, a considerable ego, and real talent. Fascinating reading (although David Thompson in his biography of Selznick claims that this book make Selznick seem more decisive than he actually was).

Friday, July 06, 2007

Movie review - "Bhowani Junction" (1956) ***1/2

When people talk about "ruined films" this one often doesn't get much of a guernsey (cf The Magnificent Ambersons) but I would love to see it in its original conception because what remains is fascinating. 

This is one of the few Hollywood movies to tackle Indian independence, and it was a gutsy call from MGM - it's not an inherently glamorous period in history, there was little American involvement. I got the feeling they picked it because its (a) a good story and (b) provides a wonderful role for Ava Gardner.

Ava plays a half-caste (as they were known then) Indian who arrives home after four years of war service and gets involved in various adventures at the time of Indian independence. She's loved by a fellow half caste (Bill Travers, a terrific role but he's not very good), a Sikh (Francis Matthews, very good) and local British officer (Stewart Granger, very effective - director George Cukor apparently wanted Trevor Howard but I think Granger works better than Howard would have, maybe not as good an actor admittedly but more charismatic).

She also has to ward off a lecherous British officer (Lionel Jeffries), political pressure from the Sikh's radical mother, and the abduction of an Indian communist - oh, and there's pressure from an English dad and Indian mother. The stereotypical image of Indians on screen is of lady like creatures but Ava's Ava - she's clearly done a bit of living, is comfortable in bars, shrieks and yells at people and sticks up for herself against all the boys (I would be interested to see a feminist reading of the film), all these blokes fall under her spell. She good be playing herself - it's a very effective performance.

The film falls into that brief-lived sub-genre, the cinema of decolonisation. There were a handful of these films in the late 50s and early 60s, most of which shared the same elements - large budget, based on a novel, set during the declining days of Britain's power, which all said the same thing: it's a good thing the British were leaving but the British were better than the communists who often hijack decent nationalists; there was a sympathetic white hero, who had a scene where he was superior to a racist white British supporting character (Something of Value, Exodus, The Seventh Dawn).

There is plenty of spectacle (teaming extras, etc), good meaty arguments, and a surprising amount of action (with George Cukor showing himself surprisingly apt at the bang-bang and suspense stuff, showing he was more versatile than his reputation).

Granger's narration is a bit clunky and I wish they'd re cut this and do a revised version (which apparently included some erotic scenes and which had Ava wind up with Travers - which you know considering Travers' poor performance wouldn't have worked either).

Thursday, June 21, 2007

Book review - "No Roses for Mrs Miniver: The Life of Greer Garson" byMichael Troyan

Greer Garson was an actor in the right place at the right time -specifically MGM during WW2, where she epitomised class and glamour so loved by Louis B Mayer. She had the type of British-ness that the Yanks were just in the mood for - though to be fair the Poms lapped it up as well (cultures don't mind inaccurate portrayals as long as they're positive). Few stars had their reign so defined by war - she had hits from 1939 to 1945, but thereafter it was heavy going. You might say that "well, the war was over and people didn't dig lady like stars anymore" - but then what about Deborah Kerr? Greer just picked some bad films - and also she got old; she didn't get started as an actor til she was 27, and not famous til her mid 30s - it gives hope to careers of female actors who don't bloom til late.

I didn't realise how big she was on the London stage - once she became popular, she was really popular.The kicker is, she was only ever in the one popular play, Coward's Mademoiselle - the rest were flops, but Greer got great reviews in them (she was one of those stars-who-are-just-waiting-for-a-hit-film, like Mel Gibson was before Lethal Weapon and Colin Farrell is technically still today). This is an excellent biography, well researched, well written, affectionate towards its subject, who was probably riper for more satire (she gave the legendary incredibly long Oscar acceptance speech).

Greer Garson was a very haughty thing at times - when signed to MGM various producers kept asking for her to be in films, e.g. Day at the Races but she kept turning them down. Indeed she was inactive for over a year - she was going to sign in Dramatic School but got sick, before getting the small role in Goodbye Mr Chips which ended up launching her to stardom. (Living proof that there are no small parts, etc)

She seemed to bewitch people, on and off camera - audiences (in war time at least), the MGM front office (who she stood up to - the studios were meant to be bullies but like a lot of bullies they withered when you stood up to them, especially if you smelled of class and were devoted to your mother), the poor lawyer who became her first husband (after the honeymoon she realised she'd made a mistake and basically left him while he went off to India - he kept asking to have her back but no dice), Laurence Olivier (who directed her in a play and with whom she had an affair).

While the writer clearly has great affection for Greer, he has done his work and allows the facts to speak for themselves, and they show that she could be a right royal pain in the neck. She complained about MGM's treatment of her from the get go, even when she was queen of the lot, whining about not being able to do comedy, clashing with directors (even William Wyler on Mrs Miniver - which she didn't want to do at first because it meant she'd play a mother), rewriting scripts, and continually having poor choice of material. (She also dumped her first husband when they got back from the honeymoon).

MGM really tried with Garson - in her hey day they gave her top budgets and support talent, even in her decline they kept giving her chances - all her 1945 onwards films must have sounded great on paper: a romantic comedy with Clark Gable, a my-husband-isn't-dead-like-I-thought-he-was melodrama with George Cukor and Robert Mitchum, a broad family comedy, an adaptation of The Forysthe Saga, a sequel to Mrs Miniver, a remake of trusted material with hot new star Michael Wilding, a melo re-teaming with Walter Pigeon along the lines of Blossoms in the Dust.

But just as she could't put a foot wrong during the war she was cursed with bad luck after it - Adventure became a hit on the strength of its stars but no one liked it and seems to have been one of those hits that actually hurt you (eg the song Accidentally Kelly St by Frente), Desire Me was a disaster which George Cukor ended up leaving and on which Greer almost died, The Forsythe Saga did pretty well but failed to recoup its large budget (and wasn't quite there as a film, suffering from miscasting of Robert Young and Pigeon), no one wanted to see Mrs Miniver in peacetime, the Mike Wilding film proved too rusty (he had lousy luck, too, Wilding - after hitting it big in Herbert Wilcox movies he worked for all the right people - MGM, Hitchcock, Korda - but kept striking out), and the last one with Pigeon was too Dore Schary (i.e. done on the cheap and realistically) when it needed a little of the old MGM gloss. Julia Misbehaves was, surprisingly, her big hit from this time.

Of course, Deborah Kerr was there to snatch her roles, too - but at the end of the day Garson really has no one to blame but herself, she simply had no taste and was reliant on people to pick movies for her. She remained in demand for work right up until her death, though, even if just for theatre and guest shows and television, and to her credit never sold out and did something against her principles, ef a horror film. Marrying an oil millionaire gives you FU money I suppose.

There are lots of interesting tidbits - MGM wanted to make a film in the late 40s of The Fortunes of Richard Mahoney with Garson, the studio considered Stewart Granger for Marc Anthony in Julius Caesar (laugh but I think he could do it), Schary wanted to make an epic called Magna Carta with Granger, Garson, Simmons and Wilding, the film she made after leaving MGM, Strange Lady in Town was a hit but seems to have done little for her career, she badly wanted to made Interrupted Melody (in which I think she would have been ideal and which would have revived her career) but MGM dithered and she left the studio, whereupon they cast Eleanor Parker. (NB I don't think this was due to hostility for Garson - Dore Schary went on to cast her in Sunrise at Capobello - just a desire to lock down a decent male co star and they couldn't do it in time)

This book would have to be the definitive account of Garson's life and career - it is hard to imagine a more loving and detailed portrait, unless, say, you got really specialised, like an in-depth look at the making of one of her films, or a more detailed account of her partnership with Pigeon (it is a little hazy on the fate of her first two husbands after she left them).

That's not to say it's without flaws, the most notable being the excessive amount of time devoted to her post-MGM career - this starts around page 272 and goes til around page 370, and gets a little wearying at times, especially compared to the first two sections. Greer moved to Texas, home of her oil millionaire third husband Buddy Fogelson, who was smart enough to realise that if you marry an actress you let them act every now and then so she never really retired but was semi-retired from that point on. This seems to have been a genuinely happy marriage with the added benefit of meaning Garson spent the last section of her life totally loaded with cash (she had no kids). So we have a hundred pages of Garson being rich and happy, doing the odd acting job (eg The Singing Nun, bits of theatre and television, a Love Boat), accepting lots of awards, attending dinners and giving speeches. For all her repeated refrain that "oh they won't let me play anything other than the grand dame" she was often the grand dame in real life, poking fun at her image - but never too much fun. Not the "extraordinary lady" that Troyan argues she is, but a genuine, true aristocrat.