Buried Treasures: Phil Karlson’s 99 RIVER STREET

(Warning: possible spoilers ahead)

Ex-boxer Ernie Driscoll (John Payne) could have been a contendah—in his final bout, he was seconds away from becoming the champ—but those glory days are behind him now; he’s been banned from fighting, and also suffers from an injured optic nerve that could result in permanent blindness if he ever thinks about setting foot in the ring again. He now drives a hack for a living, and is married to Pauline (Peggie Castle), a woman working in a florist shop and who married Ernie thinking he would be her ticket to riding the Gravy Train Express. Needless to say she isn’t about to let him live that down.

What Ernie doesn’t know, however, is that Pauline—fair-weather bitch that she is—is involved with another man, a scumbag criminal named Victor Rawlins (Brad Dexter) who used Pauline to obtain a cachet of diamonds ($50,000) from a wealthy—and now quite dead—“Dutchman.” Ernie discovers Pauline’s infidelity when he runs into the two of them outside her shop, and becomes enraged to the point where…well, let’s just say he’s not ready to work and play well with others. After blowing off to both his dispatcher pal Stan Hogan (Frank Faylen) and actress Linda James (Evelyn Keyes), Ernie arranges a “time out” for himself while he thinks over what course of action to take.

Rawlins had a deal with a criminal mastermind answering to “Christopher” (Jay Adler) to fence the diamonds, but Christopher backs out of the deal when he learns that Pauline is involved—Christopher, it would seem, doesn’t “get involved in deals with women.” Rawlins is determined to get the $50,000—and the method he uses to obtain the fee soon entangles both Ernie and Linda in a not-so-easily-escaped-from web.

99 River Street (1953) is a first-rate film noir from the stables of director Phil Karlson, and I was sorry to see it didn’t make the cut to be viewed a few Fridays back when TCM offered up a mini-tribute to the man responsible for cranking out some grade-A noir. Based on a story by George Zuckerman, the screenplay (by Robert Smith, with uncredited contributions from both Karlson and star John Payne takes a few twists and turns that at first glance seem unnecessary (there’s a great sequence that involves Keyes’ character that will definitely have you wondering “Where the hell is this going?”) but on hindsight are integral to the film’s plot. Payne, who you may remember as the leading man in many of 20th Century-Fox’s musicals in the 1940s (Tin Pan Alley [1940], Sun Valley Serenade [1941])—not to mention the wily attorney who helps Kris Kringle beat an insanity rap in Miracle on 34th Street (1947)—took a career path similar to that of Dick Powell’s beginning in the 1950s and recast himself as a tough guy in westerns and noirs. He was a real favorite of director Karlson’s; the two men first teamed up in 1952 for Kansas City Confidential and after making Street, reunited for Hell’s Island in 1955. Of the three films, I think Confidential is the best—though Street contains Payne’s strongest characterization; at first glance, you barely recognize him since he’s watching old footage of his last bout and his face has been lacerated into a bloody pulp. Ernie Driscoll is a noir hero you can’t help but root for; it’s like his world has caved in on him all at once - and even though he has some anger management issues (well, he is an ex-boxer—you can’t expect him to be a creampuff) he’s a likeable, straight-arrow guy. (Payne’s tough-guy standing would later serve him well in the underrated oater Silver Lode[1954] and The Boss [1956]; he would later achieve some cathode ray tube success as the star of The Restless Gun [1957-59], a TV Western based on the James Stewart radio western The Six Shooter [1953-54].)

Evelyn Keyes is a wonderful partner for Payne’s hard-luck Driscoll; as Linda James she steals a lot of the scenes in this film (her antics in the waterfront bar whose locale is the film’s title are fantastic) with just a small dash of humor. You just know the two of them will end up together before the closing credits roll because she proves to be the most loyal of Ernie’s friends, “staying in his corner” even at great risk to her life. Towards the end of the movie, she volunteers to coax Rollins out of the bar he’s holed up in by trying to seduce him, and gets a little batting cage practice by seductively dancing with one of the dive’s patrons (Dick Rich). Their tango is going well until the man’s better half (TDOY fave Claire Carleton!) returns from her trip to the powder room, prompting this nice exchange:

LINDA: Girlfriend?

MAN (gulping hard): Wife.

LINDA: Goodbye now…

And of course, no self-respecting noir would be complete without the participation of some great character actors, including Dexter, Faylen, Castle, Adler, Jack Lambert, Glenn Langan, Eddy Waller, Ian Wolfe, Peter Leeds and Gene Reynolds. (You’ll also spot OTR vet/Baldwin sister Helen Kleeb as the secretary in the theatre scene.) Sadly, 99 River Street is not available on DVD (a major crime in itself) but can be viewed—with limited commercial interruption—here at Hulu (it’s also available at Fancast); a generous doff of the TDOY derby to Raquelle at Out of the Past ~ A Classic Film Blog for the heads-up.VISIT: THRILLING DAYS OF YESTERYEAR Blogspot

 

GILDA (1946)

On 11/14/2012, in 100 Best Noirs, All Articles, by Administrator
Rita Hayworth

Rita Hayworth

Gilda Mundson Farrell

Glenn Ford

Glenn Ford

Johnny Farrell / Narrator

George Macready

George Macready

Ballin Mundson

Joseph Calleia

Joseph Calleia

Det. Maurice Obregon

Steven Geray

Steven Geray

Uncle Pio

Joe Sawyer

Joe Sawyer

Casey

Gerald Mohr

Gerald Mohr

Capt. Delgado

GILDA is a film that appears on every list of top ten noirs we’ve ever seen, and still it is impossible to overstate how great the movie is. Rita Hayworth had acted in more than a dozen features before this one, but she was a revelation here. Her husband steps into her bedroom saying, “Gilda, are you decent?” And she appears with a hairflip and a wicked smile, saying, “Me?” Right away you know you’re in for a ride. You know this is a woman who is never decent. Something about the blazing eyes seems to promise unimaginable carnal adventures. She stands backlit in a nearly sheer shirt that shows the silhouettes of her breasts. After a song and dance routine she allows a stranger onstage to try and zip her out of her strapless black dress. At one point, about to ride off into the night with a suitor, she says, “Haven’t you heard, Gabe? If I’d been a ranch they’d have named me the Bar Nothing.” All this just to drive poor Glenn Ford mad with jealousy. Yes, Gilda is a femme fatale for the ages, and GILDA is a must-see piece of American cinema. The reason GILDA is classified as a film noir is relates more to the theme than the look. Cameraman Rudolph Maté created some characteristically noir images – the waterfront opening, some of the nighttime casino scenes, and the way Ballin seems to blend and merge with the shadows – but much of the movie features bright, flat lighting. The edgy, darker tone stems largely from the setting and plot twists. A casino has a built-in sense of fatalism to it anyway, a place where fortune or failure depend on the turn of a card or a throw of the dice. When this is combined with the South American setting, and the allusions to ex-Nazis involved in political and economic intrigue, it conjures up that sense of exotic danger that was very much in fashion in the mid to late 40s. Of course all this really only amounts to stylish cinema escapism; the key element that brings it into the noiruniverse is the sadomasochistic relationship at the core of the tale. The film is essentially a love story, but there’s a vicious, unpleasant side to the romance. Everything revolves around the title character, as she endeavors to punish both Johnny and Ballin.  But in doing so, she incurs even greater punishment at their hands in return.

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  • Film noir is a descriptive term for the American crime film as it flourished, roughly, from the early forties to late fifties. It is one of the most challenging cycles in the history of American cinema. A variety of crime dramas were embraced that ranged from claustrophobic studies of murder and psychological entrapment to more generalized treatments of criminal organizations. In thematic range and visual style it is varied and complex. The pervasive aura of defeat and despair runs rampant in film noir as images of entrapment and the escalating derangement of its leading characters depicts America’s dark mood of post-World War II. This downbeat American film genre traces a series of metaphors for over a decade of anxiety depicting a contemporary apocalypse bounded on one hand by Nazi brutality and on the other by threats of nuclear power and the cold war. Naturalism’s objectivity and harshness combined with tough, stylized realism of the hard boiled crime school gives film noir a rich, literary tradition. It is one of the most accomplished and most intelligent of the Hollywood genres. In moments of tension, noir dramas crawl with shadows. In noir thrillers the city has a heightened presence. Noir sometimes is not referred to as a genre, but a “sensibility,” a sub-category of the crime film. It is defined by subtle qualities of tone and mood (Paul Schrader in “Notes on Film Noir”). Raymond Durgnat in “The Family Tree of Film Noir” classifies noir among eleven thematic subheadings: crime as social criticism, gangsters, on the run, private eyes and adventurers, middle class murder, portraits and doubles, sexual pathology, psychopaths, hostages, to fortune, blacks and reds; and guignol, horror and fantasy. The preeminent director of noir was Robert Siodmak from 1944-1949. He made nine films. His work is notable for its physical and psychological compression; his characters, typically, are boxed into corners. The characters are nurtured by obsessions. Billy Wilder’s noir dramas contain biting social comment, the disapproval of the American way. The genre’s undisputed first lady femme fatale was Barbara Stanwyck. She brutalized men through the destruction of sexual allure. Farley Granger typified the male victimized by his beauty in his sexual helplessness. He is visibly weak. There are also men who are sexually indecisive and are deeply hard-boiled. Examples are movies in which Richard Widmark, Jack Palance and Robert Ryan star. Many noir psychotics hold onto romantic obsessions in ways that destroy themselves rather than inflict harm on others. View Marilyn Monroe’s phenomenal portrayal of such a character in Don’t Bother to Knock. Leading characters can be deranged, complex and mysterious eluding analysis. They are more dangerous, more anti-social, than the reasons the films tentatively offer to “explain” their pathological state. The profound evil quality of these characters is beyond understanding. The cityscape is teeming with crime and the “dangerous ground” applies to the urban milieu in which he works and to his own condition. He lives on the edge. Noir psycopaths seem to be evil for evil’s sake. The Film Noir genre worked most effectively for recording private rather than large-scale social traumas. The traditional noir interest in the isolated criminal whose actions are controlled not by an impersonal conglomerate but by a complex interweaving of character and fate. Noir was psychologically complex and had popular appeal- the stories were usually tense and engrossing. Dramas of people in crisis overtaken by the darkness within us. As Foster Hirsch in The Dark Side of the Screen states “In the flickering images of a movie screen, film noir seizes and penetrates a universal heart of darkness.” TO VISIT and/or JOIN Steven’s FB Group: Film Noir Period 1946-1958 Commentary - CLICK HERE !

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RIFF-RAFF (1947)

On 11/04/2012, in 100 Best Noirs, All Articles, Forgotten Noirs, by Administrator

Cast: Pat O’Brien, Anne Jeffreys, Walter Slezak, Percy Kilbride, Jerome Cowan

Running Time: 80 min.

REVIEW: No relation to the 1935 Jean Harlow-Spencer Tracy vehicle of the same name, RKO Radio’s RIFF-RAFF is an action-packed vehicle for formidable actor Pat O’Brien. Set loose in Panama, American private eye Dan (O’Brien) hopes to get his mitts on a valuable map showing priceless oil concessions. He finds himself up against a motley gang of villains led by Molinar (Walter Slezak), who likewise want to get hold of the map and will stop at nothing to get it. Adding to the confusion is worldly nightclub singer Maxine (Anne Jeffreys), whose unsavory reputation makes O’Brien  skeptical of her motives – an attitude he finds reasons to reverse as the film progresses. Percy Kilbride provides comic relief as a sardonic Panamanian taxi driver. Considered a minor film noir entry more in the adventure genre, it was directed by Ted Tetzlaff, who also directed THE WINDOW (1949) and worked as a cinematographer for over 100 films, including another successful suspense film, Alfred Hitchcock‘s NOTORIOUS (1946). The music was composed by Roy Webb and Joan Whitney.

 

NOIRBABE Ava Gardner

On 10/13/2012, in All Articles, Noirbabes, by Administrator

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Gutsy, vulnerable–and doomed–Barbara Payton blazed across the motion picture stratosphere in record-time, only to collapse in a catastrophic free-fall from which she would never recover.

A second volume on Barbara’s life and career, titled “Barbara Payton: A Life in Pictures” is now in progress. It will contain over 250 rare and previously unpublished photos of Barbara, along with commentary by John O’Dowd, Barbara’s son, John Lee Payton, and family member Jan Redfield.

A film project based on the BearManor Media book, “KISS TOMORROW GOODBYE: THE BARBARA PAYTON STORY”, is currently underway in Los Angeles!!


BOOK REVIEW by Laura Wagner

Forget everything you’ve previously read about actress and party girl Barbara Payton. Throw aside your preconceived notions about her personality and motives. After reading John O’Dowd’s dramatic, fair and insightful Kiss Tomorrow Goodbye: The Barbara Payton Story, with a foreword by Barbara’s son, John Lee Payton ($29.99, BearManor Media softcover), you will have to do some serious rethinking.

This could not have been an easy task for Mr. O’Dowd. Today, Barbara Payton (1927-67) is not remembered for her accomplished performances in Trapped (1949) and Cagney’s Kiss Tomorrow Goodbye (1950), or her camp classic, Bride of the Gorilla (1951), or, even, that she acted alongside Gregory Peck (Only the Valiant, 1951). No, as good as Payton was in these films, her reputation rests on two things: the Franchot Tone/Tom Neal brawl for her affections, and her outrageous 1960s memoir, I Am Not Ashamed, where it was revealed that she became a prostitute when her movie days ended.

But to base your judgment of Payton on these two things would be too narrow-minded, too simplistic. She wasn’t evil, as many have made her out to be. She was human. She made mistakes.

But I only partially agree with the author that Hollywood was mostly to blame. The town didn’t exactly chew her up and spit her out. Hollywood was brutal, and never forgave her, but her mistakes were of her own making. O’Dowd knows her faults and your wrong decisions and is unflinching about them, but the urge to make Hollywood an “evil town” springs up more than once. (“First, Hollywood takes your body. Then, it takes your soul. Once it has both of those things, it has no use for you anymore.”) Yes, Hollywood contributed to her downfall, but it wasn’t the cause.

Be that as it may, one can’t help but feel sorry for Barbara Payton, and in this book O’Dowd has done a truly remarkable thing. Other authors have taken the standard, accusatory stance, defining her character by focusing on her scandals. O’Dowd, on the other hand, seems to see into her soul, bringing out the good side so seldom (if ever) mentioned. This insight is sadly missing in other profiles of Payton. O’Dowd makes us care for this lady, so that when her downfall comes so early in her life, you feel compassion for her. Even during all the problems with the law, our sympathy is still with her. Payton is shown to be hopelessly stuck, unable to escape the life she made for herself.

O’Dowd’s ability to make us see Barbara Payton as a human being is impressive. To do this, he not only had to break out of the stereotypical mold used by others, but also he had to go that extra mile in his research and writing. His extra effort pays off big time, elevating his text far above the tabloid-style writing that dominates too many celebrity bios.

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Lee Fu Gow was once the key to the mystery. If you’ve read The Maltese Falcon and have seen the 1941 John Huston film adaptation, you are probably wondering who Lee Fu Gow is and how he figured in the plot. He doesn’t. Lee Fu Gow is the character in the Roy Del Ruth 1931 original film production of “The Maltese Falcon” who witnessed the murder of Miles Archer. Lee Fu Gow tells Spade something in Chinese at the scene of Archer’s murder and the audience isn’t let in on the information until the end of the movie where a newspaper article shows Lee Fu Gow as a surprise witness who identified Ruth Wonderly as the killer of Archer at her trial. (In the 1931 original version of “The Maltese Falcon,” Ruth Wonderly is the name used throughout instead of it being a false identity for Brigid O’Shaughnessy as in the novel and Huston film.)
The writers of the original 1931 movie adaptation of The Maltese Falcon – that starred Bebe Daniels and Ricardo Cortez – used Lee Fu Gow as a device to solve one of the enduring mysteries of Hammett’s novel and that is exactly when Sam Spade knows that Brigid O’Shaughnessy killed Miles Archer. It is one of the nuances that I love in Hammett’s novel and as Spade leads O’Shaughnessy inexorably to her deserved fate, Hammett shines the reader on as well. It is only at the end that we learn that Spade knew that it was Brigid O’Shaughnessy that shot Miles Archer in an alleyway off Bush Street long before the final scene in Spade’s apartment.
Many a reader has fallen into Hammett’s trap and believed that Spade actually cared for O’Shaughnessy and that at the end he was torn about “sending her over.” In the 1931 film version it is clear that Spade has fallen for Wonderly and even though he turns her in, he brings her cigarettes and candy and arranges for the matron to look out for her in jail. In this film version of the novel, Spade is hired to by the district attorney’s office after solving the case. In William Dieterle’s 1936 remake of “The Maltese Falcon,” “Satan Met A Lady,” starring Warren William and Bette Davis, the relationship plays out as a romantic comedy with a crime story background.
The hardboiled quality of The Maltese Falcon isn’t in the gats, the fedoras and the gaudy patter; it’s in the cold and calculating way that Spade uses to find out who killed his partner although that seems to be the last thing he is doing. His access into the motive is through O’Shaughnessy. Spade doesn’t know why she killed Archer and without any evidence linking her to the killing, he needs motive and a confession for her to take the fall. (The confession as the ultimate goal is played far more broadly in “Satan Met a Lady.”)
What makes John Huston’s film adaptation of The Maltese Falcon a classic is his determination to make the novel come alive as it was written. There are two stories about Huston and the writing of the script and whether either is true isn’t something that can be verified. The first story tells of Huston handing the book to a secretary and instructing her to “just describe the scene and add the dialog.” A few days later – due to miscommunication – that pile of papers were picked up by the studio and considered the script. The other story involves Huston not using the script at all but showing up on the set with the novel in his hand.
One quibble I have with John Huston’s adaptation of Hammett’s novel is that the introduction that scrolls at the beginning of the film states that there is, in fact, a bejeweled falcon statuette waylaid by pirates and lost to history. The novel only allows, “it could be.” That is a substantial shift and puts the falcon seekers in a somewhat different light.
The Maltese Falcon is based on misdirection and omission and nowhere is that clearer than in how Spade deals with the death of Archer. After notifying the widow (who Spade is having an affair with) and having Archer’s name removed from the windows and door, Spade doesn’t mention Archer again unless asked by O’Shaughnessy, the police, a hotel detective or the district attorney. His intent seems to be focused on obtaining the black bird by playing one side against the other (a classic Hammett ploy) and in doing so creates the real misdirection of the novel. At its heart, The Maltese Falcon is a whodunit and Hammett designed it so elegantly that all of the typical traps and trimmings of the genre disappear into the fog of a long gone San Francisco.
One of the sweet touches of distraction is in how Hammett uses the character of Spade’s secretary, Effie Perrine. When asked about O’Shaughnessy, Perrine replies, “I’m for her” and “I don’t care if she’s got all the names in the phone-book. That girl is all right, and you know it.” Because of the proximity of Perrine to Spade, Perrine’s take on the situation is given more credence than it actually should. Looking at this scene as a Murphy or a street con, Perrine would be acting as the shill or as a roper toward the reader. Perrine gives the reader a reason to believe that O’Shaughnessy is “all right” much as she gives credence to the possibility of a real Maltese falcon by contacting a relative who teaches history at a nearby college.
There is another manifestation of misdirection and it is in how Hammett uses Iva Archer. If you listen to all the hooey that the fan boys spin, you’ll hear the song of an amoral man in a corrupt world struggling with his love for the woman who killed his partner or some such silliness. “Don’t be too sure,” Spade tells O’Shaughnessy, “I’m as crooked as I’m supposed to be.” I’m certainly not convinced. Once you blow the smoke away, the only amoral or immoral act committed by Spade is having an affair with his partner’s wife. Every other questionable thing is done in the advancement of finding out who killed his partner. At the end, he even turns over to the police the one thousand dollar bill that Kaspar Gutman gave him. There is nothing in the book to suggest even the slightest whiff of corruption on the part of the police or the district attorney. In fact, Lieutenant Dundy tells him, “you’ll get a square deal . . . and most of the breaks.”
The affair with Iva Archer paints Spade as a “bad” man, so his questionable actions later in the book aren’t given the benefit of the doubt and we’re easily convinced he might sell out O’Shaughnessy to Gutman for his own gain. The affair is a setup meant to confuse morality, legality and criminality based on the reader’s perspective.
There is no “aha” moment in The Maltese Falcon pinpointing where Spade knows the truth about O’Shaughnessy. Other people could pick other places but if I had to pick a place in the novel where Spade knew that O’Shaughnessy killed Archer, it would the first visit to Spade’s office from Joel Cairo. That visit begins in Chapter 4 The Black Bird and continues into Chapter 5 The Levantine.
In Chapter 4, Spade meets with Wonderly who is registered at a hotel as Miss Leblanc and she tells him that she is really Brigid O’Shaughnessy. She asks Spade if she is responsible for the murder of Archer. “Not unless there are things I don’t know about,” he replies. There is things he doesn’t know about and while he knows that the Archer and Thursby murders are linked, he doesn’t know why or how. It’s the appearance of Joel Cairo and tales of a black bird figurine – and that Thursby was also involved in recovering it – that puts the murders in a context that Spade can understand and subvert. Cairo in a few moments driven by something other than “idle curiosity” has told Spade far more than O’Shaughnessy has and that is as telling as the information itself.
There are two other places that Huston’s film deviates from the book and that’s in an omission and in the ending. The omission cuts the story that Spade tells in O’Shaughnessy’s apartment that has become known as “The Flitcraft Parable.” (The scene occurs in Chapter 7 G in the Air and doesn’t appear in any of the three film versions of the novel.) The term “parable” is a misnomer. If the Flitcraft material is anything it is a soliloquy. It’s not the kind of interior monologue usually found in detective fiction and Hammett blends it into the narrative by having O’Shaughnessy sit in a padded rocking chair and Joel Cairo interrupt with a phone call. Spade isn’t talking to O’Shaughnessy – he’s talking to himself.
Huston realized that the soliloquy isn’t cinematic – although he would forget that idea when he adapted James Joyce’s The Dead decades later – and wouldn’t add anything to the film if the film were adapted correctly.
While interpretations of the Flitcraft story drift into existentialism, references to logicians, cabbages, kings and all manner of philosophy, the gist to me is that falling beams – in the form of mysterious black falcon statuettes – can’t distract Spade from what it is that he has to do because he will end up doing it anyway. In this case, the use of distraction is the point. That is part of the elegance of the novel: That the distracting story about distraction explains how the novel and story is constructed.
The beauty of how Hammett set up The Maltese Falcon is that no one can put a finger on a page and say, “this is where Spade knew.” At the end of the novel – and Huston’s film – in Spade’s apartment, Spade uses information from the Archer crime scene to convince O’Shaughnessy that he’s sure she killed Archer when he mentions the “buttoned overcoat.” That he was suspicious of her all along becomes obvious, where exactly he knows that she did it isn’t.
But know he did and the ending in the book and the different ending in the film each in its own way make clear that O’Shaughnessy was nothing more than a suspect to Spade. The book ends the next day in a business-as-usual morning in the office. In the film, instead of accompanying O’Shaughnessy to jail – as was done in the 1931 movie – Spade instead chooses to carry a worthless statuette whose only value now is as evidence against O’Shaughnessy.
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SPOTLIGHT ON: Ida Lupino

On 09/29/2012, in All Articles, Directors Index, Noirbabes, by Administrator

 

Ida Lupino ~ (4 February 1918– 3 August 1995) was an English-born film actress and director, and a pioneer among women filmmakers. In her 48-year career, she appeared in 59 films and directed seven others, mostly in the United States, where she became a citizen in 1948.

CLICK PHOTO to VISIT evegolden.comBritish film actress Kay Kendall, born to a theatrical family in Northern England, came of age in London during the Blitz. After starring in Britain’s biggest cinematic disaster the musical film London Town (1946), she found stardom in 1953 with her brilliant performance in the low-budget film, Genevieve. She scored success after success with her light comic style in movies such as Doctor in the House, The Reluctant Debutante, and the Gene Kelly musical Les Girls. In 1953 she starred with Cesar Romero in a top-notch film noir called Shadow Man. Kendall’s private life was even more colorful than the plots of her films as she embarked on a series of affairs with minor royalty, costars, directors, producers, and married men. In 1954 she fell in love with her married Constant Husband costar Rex Harrison and accompanied him to New York, where he was starring on Broadway in My Fair Lady. It was there that Kendall was diagnosed with myelocytic leukemia. Her life took a romantic and tragic turn as Harrison divorced his wife and married Kendall. He agreed with their doctor that she was never to know of her diagnosis, and for the next two years the couple lived a hectic, glamorous life together as Kendall’s health failed. She died in London at the age of 32, shortly after completing the filming of Once More with Feeling!, her husband by her side.  The Brief, Madcap Life of Kay Kendall was written with the cooperation of Kendall’s sister Kim and includes interviews with many of her costars, relatives and friends. A complete filmography and numerous rare photographs complete this first-ever biography of Britain’s most glamorous comic star. Eve Golden is the author of several biographies of actresses, Anna Held and the Birth of Ziegfeld’s Broadway, as well as a collection of essays on silent film stars.

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