Showing posts with label Christina Crawford. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Christina Crawford. Show all posts

Wednesday, September 15, 2021

The Making & Aftermath: “Mommie Dearest” 1981

 

Faye Dunaway in her infamous performance as Joan Crawford in "Mommie Dearest."

 

 “Only God may ever know what passed between them. And in many ways, I think the relationship was the inevitable tragedy that comes from a child of want, which is what Crawford was, and a child of plenty, which is what the little blonde girl was.”—Faye Dunaway, on Joan & Christina Crawford, Inside the Actors Studio.

Contrary to film fans, whether pro-Joan or pro-Christina, Joan Crawford was neither saint nor sinner. Joan, like many great stars, possessed even greater contradictions. To say Crawford was ambitious, disciplined, and hard-working is a massive understatement. Yet, the film icon possessed self-defeating behavior that that eroded her reputation, even before Christina’s tell-all. Since Mommie Dearest, Christina has made a cottage industry out of cashing in on trashing her mother’s name. Is it any wonder that friends, family, fellow colleagues, and fans have so many differing opinions about Joan Crawford?

"Why must everything be a competition?" Constant mother & daughter
dress-alike photo ops might have fostered that adversarial feeling.

A favorite Tennessee Williams line of mine is “the truth is at the bottom of a bottomless well.” Arguing about who's telling the truth—Joan's defenders or Christina—may be entertaining, but it is ultimately pointless. I think that Christina's tales about Joan became ever more elevated over the decades, much like Tippi Hedren's accusations against Alfred Hitchcock, and for the same reason: to fan the media flames and to keep cashing in.

One of the few behind the scenes shots on "Mommie Dearest," as Faye Dunaway's favorite catch-phrase apparently was, "Clear the set!" With director Frank Perry.

Despite selling the tell-all Mommie Dearest to Paramount for a cool half million, Christina Crawford found out quickly how little control she would have in making the movie version. For anyone who isn’t one of her fans!!!, you can blame Mommie Dearest the book on Christina, but you can’t pin the movie’s script on daughter dearest, as she had little say. Later, Christina aptly described Mommie Dearest as a Joan Crawford movie. Mommie Dearest actually plays like a latter day Crawford movie, somewhere between Queen Bee and Straitjacket!

Don't remember this scene from "Mommie Dearest?" That's because this sympathetic scene between Joan & Christina was cut, which upset star Faye Dunaway.

Some critics and Crawford fans felt that Christina concocted Mommie Dearest as a mashup from those final Joan Crawford vehicles. I think the opposite is true. Hollywood often mimicked the lives of their most flamboyant stars' lives for movie material. Especially those MGM divas: Judy, Lana, Liz, and of course, Joan. Right from the start, MGM mirrored Joan Crawford's hard luck life story as a huge part of her film persona. So why wouldn't later movies, as Joan's behavior became more melodramatic and fraught, also become film fodder? Crawford’s roles at this time correspond with aspects of Joan’s professional and personal life in the ‘50s: Clean/control freak Harriet Craig; tough as nails star of Torch Song; the domestic dominatrix Queen Bee, half-crocked cougar in Female on the Beach, and the lonely lady boss of The Best of Everything.

Famed Joan Crawford photographer George Hurrell helped Faye Dunaway recreate some publicity stills for "Mommie Dearest." Faye had a striking resemblance to '30s Crawford. But Dunaway's fine-boned features were buried under '40s Crawford makeup for much of the film. 
"Mommie Dearest" star Faye Dunaway with photographer George Hurrell.

When you read stories about the turbulent production of Mommie Dearest, it seemed the emphasis then was on prestige drama, not camp theatrics. When a movie starts with a problematic script and shortened deadlines, then other elements spin out of control, it usually spells trouble. For example, Faye Dunaway mucked around with wigs from one-time Crawford hairdresser Peggy Shannon and costumes from Irene Sharaff. The designer was a seven-time Oscar winner who came out of retirement to do this film, with immediate regrets. Irene had worked with some major divas with quirks of their own: Judy, Liz, and Barbra. Sharaff said that she had never worked with anyone as unprofessional as Faye Dunaway.

Seems Joan Crawford wasn't the only one with substance "issues." There's been much speculation about Faye Dunaway's "problem" on "Mommie Dearest," for starters.

Over the years, nearly everything I’ve read reports that Faye ran roughshod over everyone in the making of Mommie Dearest. While Crawford had her issues, Joan was smart enough to treat the people who matter, the crew, director, the behind the scenes talent, etc. with the respect that they’re entitled to! At a gathering for 1976’s The Disappearance of Aimee, Bette Davis nodded across the room at her co-star, Faye Dunaway, and told a couple of guests, “Compared to that one, Crawford was an angel.”

This art work for "Mommie Dearest" is nearly as campy as the movie!


As a film bio, Mommie Dearest is basically useless. The ’81 film fits somewhere in the middle of Hollywood's attitude toward film facts. From The Jolson Story to Harlow, movie bios then were totally fictionalized. Even the more modern era movie bios, like Gable and Lombard and W.C. Fields and Me, were more visually accurate but still historically hogwash. And during the Mommie Dearest era, TV presented a rash of clichéd, sanitized bios of icons such as Grace Kelly, Jackie Kennedy, and Rita Hayworth, to name just a few. Even modern celebrity bios, like The Aviator or Feud, take questionable liberties.

For Mommie Dearest’s era, that there were even a few scenes with some truth was surprising: the “Christmas at the Crawfords” radio show is spot on; the opening scene with Joan Crawford’s day in a life as a movie star rings true; 60-plus Joan "filling in" for 20-something Christina on The Secret Storm makes the most sense.  Also, the “tear down that bitch of a bearing wall” scene, as Joan lectures Tina on self-reliance and later berates Alfred Steele for his criticism of her spending, seems fairly factual.

Faye as Joan subbing on "The Secret Storm" for her daughter in "Mommie Dearest."


The real Joan Crawford acting up a real "Storm!"

The infamous set pieces—the wire hanger/bathroom cleanser night raid, the rose garden meltdown, and the home from Chadwick smack down—are among those open for debate. I don’t doubt that regular physical punishment wasn’t a part of Crawford’s way of life with children, but who truly knows about the more baroque incidents? But you’d never know there was a happy childhood memory ever from watching Mommie Dearest. Still, I have no trouble believing Joan Crawford as a petty tyrant who rewarded and punished regarding gifts, clothes, thank you cards, and manners, which have been commented on by those who knew Joan. For those who say that’s the way life was, I realize it was a different era. But I can’t recall any kid who had to “earn” their birthday and Christmas presents or was expected to write hundreds of thank you cards, either.

Seriously? What early teen doesn't love to do this?


Despite Dunaway's occasional self-sabotage with the Crawford hair, makeup, and clothes, she blends her own voice with Joan's grand, MGM English and taut facial expressions, and ramrod straight posture. I saw Faye Dunaway when she toured in Master Class, playing another diva, Maria Callas. Again not ideally cast, yet Faye's incredible physical grace, posture, and demeanor were astounding. Steven Spielberg, who worked with Crawford at the end of her career, said while Joan was only 5'3", onscreen she looked six feet tall. Dunaway, who is 5'7", also looked larger than life as an actress. 

Aside from great legs & cheekbones, like Joan Crawford, Faye Dunaway is a STAR.

In Dunaway's more in-depth interviews, it's obvious she has great empathy and admiration for Crawford. Faye seems quite sincere and moved by Joan's struggle, accomplishments, and problems. For contrast, when Jessica Lange was interviewed for her Feud performance as Joan, Jessica said more than once that she initially “knew absolutely nothing about Joan.” To which I call bullshit. Lange was a struggling young actress when Mommie Dearest came out, and also a classic movie fan—yet she knew nada about Crawford? Feud tried to offer empathy for Crawford's excesses, true enough. But it also played into the Mommie Dearest myth, and gave spin to some further questionable gossip.

Betty Barker.

Jessica Lange looks more like Joan Crawford's secretary,
Betty Barker, than the star herself!


At the time, Pauline Kael was one of a handful of critics who gave Faye raves, describing her performance as operatic. Ironically, when the acerbic Kael was lured out to Hollywood by Paramount for a year, she suggested a young actress named Sigourney Weaver for Joan Crawford. With her elegant voice and strong features, Weaver would have been an ideal choice. And I felt the same about Weaver playing the older Joan, decades later, in Feud, instead of Ryan Murphy's pet muse, Jessica Lange.

 

Faye's caricature as Joan syncs up well with Crawford's later looks.

Faye's tendency for caricature plays in her favor for Joan's middle and later years as the Pepsi Queen. She's got Joan's ‘60s look down perfectly when she visits Tina as a struggling actress. Dunaway is no dead ringer for Joan Crawford, but she does have Joan's great cheek bones and legs. Faye finesses Joan far better than Jessica Lange’s blowsy sad sack that was allegedly Joan Crawford in Feud

Joan Crawford, '60s style.

Faye got Joan's later look down pat...



Faye has aptly commented that she always relied on a strong director and Frank Perry wasn't the man for the job. Dunaway's reputation on sets could be quite fraught, but remember that she worked with great actors’ directors like Sidney Lumet in Network and Sydney Pollack in Three Days of the Condor, with no fuss. Mommie Dearest started with serious intentions, but when it went off the rails, in true Hollywood style, the power players involved blamed each other. The film result was a greatest hits version of Crawford's alleged misdeeds as a mother. As for Faye, she took the brunt, as the star often does... remember Elizabeth Taylor's drubbing as Cleopatra

The closest Rutanya Alda got to a requested photo with Faye Dunaway. Alda is long-suffering Carol Ann, a composite of several Crawford staff, in "Mommie Dearest."

The acting in Mommie Dearest is as uneven as everything else in this film: Rutanya Alda does her best as long-suffering Carol Ann, and she has written about her frazzling work experience with Faye, who wasn't exactly a team player. Mara Hobel as little Christina is a worthy acting adversary for Dunaway. Yet, Diana Scarwid as adult Christina sounds so whiny and twangy, that you wonder how far Joan travelled to adopt her—and why she even brought her back! Jocelyn Brando has a nifty cameo as "Barbara Bennett from Redbook!" She and the scene are very sly as the puff piece writer who gets plenty of bonus material from Joan at home.

Mara Hobel as cool customer Christina.

Diana Scarwid as whiny adult Christina.



Otherwise, the movie’s short-hand for Hollywood types turns into caricatures: Howard de Silva as Metro’s L.B. Mayer looks and acts like Ed Wynn; Steve Forrest looks great, but is a cardboard cutout as "Uncle Greg," a bore compared to the real-life rascal Greg Bautzer.

"Uncle" Greg! Steven Forrest as fictionalized version of Greg Bautzer, showbiz lawyer.
Forrest was also the brother of Dana Andrews, Joan's "Daisy Kenyon" co-star.

What's to be taken from Mommie Dearest 40 years later? Not the totally true story of Joan and Christina Crawford, that’s for sure.

Those who were close to Joan and claim that Crawford was never out of control include Betty Barker, the younger daughters, and some of her most loyal friends. That absolute denial raises red flags to me. There’s a long string of names I could list, of respectable and reliable show biz folk who have seen Joan in action, in regards to bad behavior. But there are just as many who can recall actions from Crawford that demonstrated her deep and genuine need to be liked and loved.

The last word? Hardly. Books, movies, and fans will argue about Joan VS Christina
like they do about Marilyn Monroes's death, until end the end of time.

Many books have been written about Crawford, but they are just clip-and-paste jobs, with some “new” gossip to goose sales. There has yet to be an authoritative, comprehensive, and balanced Joan Crawford biography. This is a shame, since so many of her friends and colleagues have passed on. In her day, Joan certainly issued the “official” Crawford story for five decades. And Christina has certainly had her say for the last five! Though the sympathy sword has cut both ways, from Christina’s back to Joan’s side, now it’s time for the whole truth—somewhere in the middle, most likely.

Faye Dunaway once described Joan as “the great American movie star.”  I will go even further. In her time, Joan Crawford was the great American success story, played out on movie screens and in print, for 50 years. Hers is a story worth telling, in its entirety.

When will there be the great Joan Crawford biography or documentary?

I have empathy for Joan Crawford and Faye Dunaway, who both had difficulty later in their lives and careers.  Less acting offers and more gossip were ills that plagued them both. Though Joan’s reputation was torpedoed by both the book and film Mommie Dearest, interest in Joan Crawford films never waned. Faye Dunaway’s stature was seriously damaged by portraying Mommie Dearest, and with her continual career kerfuffle, her current star power seems low-wattage. Someday, perhaps Faye will be judged like Joan, just for her best film work.

Whether you loved or hated Faye Dunaway as Joan Crawford, nobody can say
she just skated by on star quality as "Mommie Dearest."

My take on Joan’s journey to play Mildred Pierce: https://ricksrealreel.blogspot.com/2020/03/how-joan-crawford-became-mildred-pierce.html

My comparison of the 1962 memoirs of Joan Crawford & Bette Davis: https://ricksrealreel.blogspot.com/2017/02/bette-davis-and-joan-crawfords-1962.html

My take on the great teaming of Joan Crawford & Bette Davis, in Whatever Happened to Baby Jane?: https://ricksrealreel.blogspot.com/2016/10/bette-and-joans-acting-duel-whatever.html

I’ve written posts about Joan Crawford 17 times & counting!  Check out my blog: https://ricksrealreel.blogspot.com/

 

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Even Christina's book has more happier moments with Joan Crawford than the movie
"Mommie Dearest!"

 

Tuesday, June 18, 2019

Hedy’s Last Hurrah: ‘The Female Animal’ 1958


Hedy Lamarr went out with a bang as the aging movie star obsessed with her young male starlet stud.

The Female Animal is a 1958 tawdry Tinseltown tale, dreamed up by producer Albert Zugsmith and screenwriter Robert Hill, who seems to have researched his story from the ‘50s scandal rag, Confidential.
No surprise that this was the same Universal team that brought film fans Female on the Beach, starring Joan Crawford as a catty cougar with a beach pad, who falls for a suspect young stud. In The Female Animal, Hedy Lamarr is Vanessa Windsor, a cinema cougar with her eye on a male starlet, (George Nader), and sets him up at her beach pad! Unfortunately, Lamarr’s adopted daughter, Penny (Jane Powell), also wants to sink her claws into Mommie’s latest boy toy. Why Universal just didn’t ask Joan and Christina Crawford to play these roles is beyond me. Why, Penny’s even gotten into trouble at school! And Joan knew a thing or two about ‘50s male starlets.
Hedy is Vanessa Windsor, aging showbiz star living in the past, with Jane Powell as her bratty adopted daughter. Penny for your thoughts?

The acidic accusations between the movie star mama and antagonistic offspring certainly would have had more resonance if La Crawford had played the role. Vanessa berates her daughter for acting like a tramp, “rolling in the gutter,” while daughter Penny retorts that she should know, mockingly calling her the perfect mother. When Penny accuses Vanessa of adopting her just to fill out her personal cast, later sending her off to boarding school when she grew older—this seems like Joan Crawford territory! When the star tells her daughter of the sacrifices that she’s made to give her the chances Vanessa’s never had, Penny replies, “What makes you think being your daughter is the easy way?”
'Hedy who?'
asks the Female on the Beach!

Instead, we get Hedy Lamarr, lovely but lost, as she tries to rattle off her movie star repartee, sounding zonked instead of zingy. I kept wondering during the coy Lamarr and earnest Nader’s stilted delivery of their “sexy” banter what Joan Crawford and her favorite Universal stud, Tony Curtis, would have made of this—maybe Janet Leigh could have played Penny!

Luckily, there’s Jan Sterling as the hard-boiled, former child star. Did Sterling ever play anything but hard-boiled?! Sterling already tangled with Crawford on Female on the Beach, but with this Female, Jan comes up the winner. Sterling sports a platinum wig that resembles the stiff do that Barbara Stanwyck wore in Double Indemnity. Dripping furs, jewels, makeup, and sarcasm, Sterling steals the spotlight as the real female animal! As Lily Frayne, Sterling beats out her bitchy observations on showbiz stardom and studs like a bongo drum player, making Lamarr and Powell look even more inept. Frenemy Lily advises Vanessa: "Never let them have a career. That's the one thing I've really learned about men in Hollywood. Success goes to their little heads. Keep 'em sharecropping, dear, it's the only way. Tote that barge, lift that bale." And Lily even makes her own bid for Nader’s housesitter skills: "If he's not taking care of your cottage as you like, send him over to me. I have a little property too."
Jane Sterling plays a former child star who is apparently wearing Barbara Stanwyck's 'Double Indemnity' wig!

More odd-ball casting is George Nader as the struggling cinema stud. Nader wasn’t the typical Universal pretty boy and he wasn’t exactly a kid, either, at 37. The drama, such as it is, is defused by a too-young Lamarr, and a too-old Powell and Nader, in their respective roles.
George Nader IS Chris Farley!

Nader’s straightforward but dull delivery doesn’t help convince as the sizzling man meat that the ladies fight over. His muscular body is on display constantly, in tight clothes and skimpy bathing suits. All this is undercut by his sincere but starchy acting.
The most memorable thing about muscle man George Nader is that his character is named Chris Farley. After you chuckle the first time, Nader is constantly introduced to the other characters. You could play a drinking game and die drunkenly laughing at the same time: 
Studio flunky: “This is Chris Farley, Miss Windsor.”
Vanessa Windsor: “What did you say your name is?”  “Chris… Chris Farley.”
Mabel Albertson as Nader’s landlady takes a call: “Who? Farley. Yes? Oh, Chris Farley!”
And on it goes, until Chris Farley is introduced to every character in the movie, and you’re envisioning SNL’s Farley in his classic Chippendale’s sketch with Patrick Swayze… who, by the way, would have made a fine Chris Farley, Nader-style, in The Female Animal!
I kept envisioning this every time some introduced George Nader as Chris Farley! 

What’s head scratching about The Female Animal is why either of the Windsor females would fight over boring hardbody Nader. Yet, they both fall madly in love with him on first sight. Lamarr’s character first sees Nader as a boy toy, but her delivery is equally as flat as Nader’s. The insinuating dialogue for Hedy’s diva is so wanly recited that there’s no conviction, either for her lust or love for Nader’s Chris. As for Jane Powell’s Penny, she plays the part of the party girl so amateurishly that your attention is directed at her awful acting and not her character’s predicament. It doesn’t help that Powell is nearly 30 as the drunken adopted daughter, who Nader asks if she’s even 21 yet!
One of the dramatic tussles between Nader and Powell!

Powell is equally inept in her inebriated scenes and coping with the catty, campy dialogue. Her tussles with Nader are laughable, especially given that he towers over petite Powell. What’s really ridiculous is when Chris, not knowing who Penny is, brings her back to Vanessa’s beach house that he’s “caretaking,” and the daughter doesn’t even recognize it!

However, Lamarr and Powell look great, photographed by female-friendly cinematographer Russell Metty, a Ross Hunter favorite. Lamarr was 43when Female was filmed, still slim and quite beautiful, despite the stylized make up meant to recall her glory days. Drawing outside the lines, so to speak, Hedy’s make up looks much like her look-alike Vivien Leigh’s later visual style. Still, in Hedy’s film finale, Lamarr went out looking lovely. Powell, nearly 30, sports her curves in sexy clothes and a polka dot swimsuit, and by now, officially platinum blonde, which brought out her beautiful blue eyes as she got older.
Hedy Lamarr and Jan Sterling compare their 'color outside the lines' makeup!
Look-alikes Hedy Lamarr and Vivien Leigh started sporting make up that became more stylized as they got older.

Despite the cartoon plotting of The Female Animal, there are some stylish elements here and there. The opening credits take you right into the movie, introducing the main characters on a film set. It’s not until you settle into the first real scene that the opening was really a flash forward, a bit of circular storytelling predating Pulp Fiction.
'The Female Animal' and its movie within a movie...both of which are pretty bad!

And when you come back to the movie within a movie opening, the motivation for Windsor’s drunken distress becomes clear. The ending is nobly soapy, with Lamarr’s Vanessa giving up Chris to her daughter, getting all teary-eyed into her hospital pillow.
Hedy Lamarr as Vanessa Windsor, surveying her latest boy toy, Chris Farley!

There are a few lines that seem aimed directly at the real life Lamarr. When Chris asks Vanessa when was the last time she was married, multi-married Lamarr looks at him wide-eyed and momentarily speechless. At the end, the outspoken nurse comments that Lamarr’s star was always better than the parts she was given. Fair enough. But the nurse goes on to say that the one thing Hedy’s actress had going for her was “believability.” Talk about pushing credibility.
Nader's Chris Farley is injured rescuing Lamarr's movie star. Check the outline of his scar!

Just as unbelievable is the huge gash on Chris’ arm, from when he rescues Vanessa from a falling piece of lighting equipment on the set, prompting their fateful meeting. When he shows the wound, the latex outline around the cut is clearly obvious. Also amusing is the big movie premiere, which Vanessa corrals Chris into going as her escort. The theater façade is festooned with bouquets of balloons, making it look like a children’s birthday party. Let’s just say the budget looked a bit tight.
30-ish Jane Powell as Penny, the drunken, trampy, college kid who is also nuts for Nader' Chris Farley!

As clichéd and corny as The Female Animal plays, this movie about movies is still fun to watch, with its asides on a changing Hollywood and its off-camera behavior. Somebody should get the bright idea to run The Female Animal and Female on the Beach as a double feature!
Mirror, mirror on the wall, who's the greatest star of all? Hedy Lamarr still looked lovely in her film farewell.