Saturday, May 18, 2013
Friday, May 17, 2013
Ramón Novarro
How can I express the monumental crush I have on this lost silent star? I have feverishly scoured the net for weeks looking for scraps about him, a YouTube video here, another photo there, a gif. I have The Flying Fleet, special ordered from TCM. I bought one biography (there are two) and it sits on my shelf, portently, like sorbet, waiting to be devoured. He was gorgeous - but I do realize that gorgeousness is a very personal thing - it is relative, like exchange rates and chocolate with raisins, or without. You may not agree. Such is the nature of an obsession.
I won't go into specifics. He was beautiful, and at the height of his powers. His style waned, he was dropped by MGM (which he helped rescue) and slid into alcoholism and old age. His murder in 1968 brought him briefly back into the papers. His sensationally lurid end has smeared his antique fame. He is now largely forgotten, as most silent stars are in this multimedia world. Pity.
There is a great line from The Prime of Miss Jean Brody with Maggie Smith. She asks her class who the greatest Italian painter is and one of the girls answers, "Leonardo Da Vinci, Miss Brodie." "That is incorrect," she says. "The answer is Giotto. He is my favourite."
His murderer
Thursday, May 16, 2013
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