Today is my 48th birthday. For the past two years I’ve been looking at my birthday through the lens of the Best Picture Academy Award winners from the year of my AGE. In other words, I talked about the 1946 winner, “The Best Years of Our Lives” when I turned 46, and I ruminated on 1947’s “Gentleman’s Agreement” last year on my 47th birthday. In 1948, the Best Picture Oscar went to Laurence Olivier’s “Hamlet.” Yawn. Not that it wasn’t a great film, but I’m a little reluctant to look at my upcoming year in the context of murder, revenge, madness, jealousy, and Oedipus complexes. Oh wait, maybe that IS the perfect description of my life…
Is it a bad omen for the upcoming year that all of the 1948 Best Picture nominees were so rife with dysfunction? Besides “Hamlet,” the films honored that year were “Johnny Belinda,” detailing the brutal rape and torment of a deaf mute, “The Red Shoes,” a Powell and Pressburger film about the ultimately tragic obsessions of a prima ballerina, “The Snake Pit,” a portrait of a woman fighting her way back from severe mental illness, and “The Treasure of the Sierra Madre,” a story of greed and lawlessness in post-revolutionary Mexico. Not exactly “Singin’ in the Rain” but the films do seem to reflect some of my underlying anxiety and fears. I know I didn’t “choose” which films were nominated in 1948 but if my therapist were to see that I was discussing films such as the dismal “Johnny Belinda” on my birthday, she’d ask irritating (but important) questions such as “What aren’t you hearing in your life? How are you feeling mute? In what ways do you feel raped or brutalized?” Ugh, maybe I should stick to that happy-go-lucky family in Denmark.
To be or not to be, that is the question;
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,
And by opposing, end them. To die, to sleep;
No more; and by a sleep to say we end
The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to — 'tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep;
To sleep, perchance to dream. Ay, there's the rub,
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come,
When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
Must give us pause.
1948’s “Hamlet” was the first British film ever to be given top honors by the Academy. Olivier directed and starred in the film and remains the only actor ever to win an Oscar for playing the tormented prince. But though the Academy members showered the film with awards, Shakespeare purists were horrified by Olivier’s decision to cut nearly two hours of dialogue and eliminate some characters entirely including the always popular Rosencrantz and Guilderstein. Still, many regard Olivier’s version as the definitive cinematic treatment.
I was probably 17 or 18 when I first saw this film. I remember Eileen Herlie’s expert turn as Queen Gertrude. Herlie was only 28 years old when she played 41-year-old Olivier’s mother, but proved she had the chops for the role which she reprised in the 1964 Richard Burton version, Today Herlie rarely gets to exercise such acting skills on “All My Children” where she’s played former carny woman Myrtle Fargate for decades. The other actress who made a big impression on me was Jean Simmons. I remember getting her wonderful Ophelia confused with the character of Morticia Addams’ crazy sister Ophelia on “The Addams Family.” I’m guessing Carolyn Jones based her parody on Simmons’ performance. I always liked Jean Simmons but I think she had her best roles when she was very young, most notably the vicious 16-year-old Estella in David Lean’s “Great Expectations” and then playing Ophelia in “Hamlet” for which she was nominated for a Best Supporting Actress Oscar at the age of 19. When Simmons became a full-fledged superstar in the 1950s, she was constantly shoved into bloated costume dramas, rarely getting a chance to shine as brightly as she did in her earlier work. In 1948, Simmons lost the award to Claire Trevor in “Key Largo” for a part written by Jean Simmons’ future husband Richard Brooks. Trevor deserved the accolades she received for her role as the boozing and reviled ex-lover of Edward G. Robinson, but the other nominees that year were also worthy and hold special places in my TV-saturated heart: Agnes Moorehead (Endora on “Bewitched”) was nominated for her excellent performance in “Johnny Belinda” and both Ellen Corby (“The Waltons”) and Barbara Bel Geddes (“Dallas”) were nominated for “I Remember Mama.” The Best Director winner that year, John Huston, could have renamed his film “I Remember Papa” since his dad Walter Huston won the Best Supporting Actor award for his appearance in John’s “The Treasure of the Sierra Madre.”
But let’s get back to ME. Who among the acting nominees that year do I most identify with? Not really Larry’s Hamlet, despite his angst, or any of the other Best Actor nominees with the possible exception of Montgomery Clift who played an American G.I. in “The Search” who finds a little boy who survived Auschwitz. Clift tries to sift through the burned-out hell of postwar Europe to find the little boy's mother. Auschwitz? Missing mothers? I’m in! The rest of the nominees that year seemed surprisingly lackluster: Clifton Webb for his first turn as the prissy babysitter Mr. Belvedere in “Sitting Pretty,” Lew Ayres as the kindly doctor in “Johnny Belinda,” and Dan Dailey as an alcoholic vaudeville performer in the forgotten Betty Grable vehicle, “When My Baby Smiles at Me.” And yet the Academy overlooked Humphrey Bogart’s gritty performance in “The Treasure of the Sierra Madre?” Go figure. Do you think this was the first Best Actor roster in history that boasted three closeted homosexuals (Olivier, Clift, and Webb) and one known crossdresser (Dailey)? Was that a marker of the increasingly repressed Cold War era?
No, I have to admit that as I turn 48, the nominee with whom I resonate the most is Olivia de Havilland in “The Snake Pit,” the harrowing tale of a woman who finds herself in an insane asylum but can’t remember how she got there. This is basically my biggest fear in life—that I will suddenly and unexpectedly lose it to the point where I end up in a mental institution. I completely identified with de Havilland’s performance and thought her natural vulnerability made her perfect for the role (can’t you just see Melanie Wilkes from “Gone with the Wind” ending up in the loony bin?). All of the 1948 Best Actress nominees played on-the-edge characters with the exception of Irene Dunne’s Norwegian matriarch in “I Remember Mama.” Barbara Stanwyck was nominated for her role as a bedridden heiress in “Sorry Wrong Number” who comes to believe that her husband is trying to have her murdered. I could well relate to Stanwyck’s level of paranoia, even though I don’t think Kendall has any contracts out on my life. Another nominee that year was Ingrid Bergman for “Joan of Arc.” I remember loving Ingrid and hating this movie but I’ve only seen the butchered 90-minute version. I hear the UCLA Film Archive recently restored the film to its original length, well over two hours, and I’ve got to get my hands on that DVD. This was Ingrid Bergman’s dream project, she fought long and hard to make it, but as luck would have it, the film was released just as news of her adulterous affair with Roberto Rossellini hit the papers. Fans stayed away in droves and the film tanked. The public just couldn’t handle the disgraced actress playing a saint even though the Academy voters were more charitable. Did Ingrid/Joan really hear those voices or was she yet another candidate for Olivia’s Snake Pit? The Best Actress winner that year was Jane Wyman, aka Mrs. Ronald Reagan, for her role as a deaf mute who is misunderstood by her relatives and brutally raped by an outsider who then torments her endlessly. This is one of the most depressing, misery-filled, hopeless films I’ve ever seen. In other words, I loved it. When Wyman won her award she gave the shortest Oscar speech on record: “I won this award by keeping my mouth shut and I think I’ll do it again.”
Nominee Ingrid Bergman died on her own birthday, but Irene Dunne died on mine, on September 4, 1990, so maybe I should end this post with her. I loved all of Dunne’s performances, not just her kindly Norwegian mama. I could watch movies like “Magnificent Obsession,” “Theodora Goes Wild,” “The Awful Truth,” and “My Favorite Wife” over and over again. Despite Dunne’s real-life devotion to the Republican Party, it wouldn’t hurt for me to try to emulate her positive and realistic outlook on life as I head towards 50. She once commented that she lacked the “terrifying ambition” of other actresses. She said, “I drifted into acting and drifted out. Acting is not everything. Living is.”
Hi Danny,
Just wanted to wish you a very happy birthday...enjoy your day!!
Posted by: Arlene | September 04, 2007 at 08:26 AM
Happy Birthday Danny! I hope you have an amazing day that is not frought with mental illness, paranoia or Oedipal complexes.
Posted by: churlita | September 04, 2007 at 08:43 AM
Happy Birthday from the Orieyentas!
יום הולדת שמח
Posted by: orieyenta | September 04, 2007 at 09:45 AM
Happy Birthday Danny!!!!!
Um...can you meet me at Oak Haven later? Just for a sec....I need to drop something off there. No, really. It will only take a second. Oh, bring some extra clothes, it might get cold later. K?
Love,
your sister
Posted by: your sister | September 04, 2007 at 12:20 PM
Happy birthday to you! Mine is Friday. This explains a lot.
Posted by: scarlet hip | September 04, 2007 at 01:16 PM
Happy Birthday Danny
Posted by: Sir Stewart | September 04, 2007 at 03:57 PM
Happy Bithday Danny! I was at a wedding in Chicago this weekend where your rabbi's brother officiated over the ceremony. I had a nice chit chat with him and his wife about BCC and am looking forward to meeting Lisa. I also told them and a few other guests about this "Hilarious blog called Jew Eat Yet". Here's to a few more well deserved "Hits" for your "48th" year!
Posted by: Andrea | September 04, 2007 at 03:59 PM
I had a birthday this year and it wasn't half bad. The key is to make it a birthday WEEK and have a different kind of cake every day. However, word to the wise: cakes to avoid:
urinal
soap
Very truly yours on this special day:
Jen
Posted by: Lysistratasmith | September 04, 2007 at 04:13 PM
Danny,
It was such a pleasure to get to say hello to you at the Greek! I've just finished reading your delicious birthday post...I loved Dunne's quote at the end. Your Wilco review was wonderful, too. You managed to put into words how the live Via Chicago feels to me.
I also remember the couple you described seeing at the San Diego show, wrapped up in the music & each other. Reading what you wrote brought them back like a snapshot.They were a neat part of that incredible show.
I wish you the most wonderful of birthdays, followed by a year of brilliant blogging. I love the way your brain works & the thoughts you put together so much more coherently than I ever could. (I mean, just look at this rambling post!)
HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!!!
Posted by: Donna | September 04, 2007 at 04:27 PM
Happy Birthday, Danny - I always enjoy your posts.
Perhaps you should prepare for a political run next year when your life is mirrored by "All the King's Men"
Posted by: John | September 04, 2007 at 04:44 PM
I hope you're having a wonderful birthday Danny!
Posted by: Neil | September 04, 2007 at 04:54 PM
what a fun way to celebrate a birthday ~ with the movies
Posted by: nathaniel r | September 04, 2007 at 06:04 PM
Danny,
Hope your day was filled with joy and laughter and your next trip around the sun surrounded with those you love.
Happy Birthday!
NFH
Posted by: Not Fainthearted | September 04, 2007 at 06:31 PM
Happy birthday, Danny.
Posted by: Roberta | September 04, 2007 at 06:35 PM
Happy birthday to the man who knows how to handle a turkey!
Posted by: Dagny | September 04, 2007 at 07:53 PM
Hey Danny --
Why is it that I am the same age that you are and do not recall even HALF of the movies you mention above? I must have been watching "creature features" on channel 9 instead of channel 7 or something :p
Anyway a very happy birthday to you! Hope you are enjoying the day.
Posted by: Edie | September 04, 2007 at 08:30 PM
Happy [email protected]#1. Hope its filled with a few of your favorite things. I do so enjoy your blog.
Posted by: foolnrain | September 04, 2007 at 08:43 PM
happy birthday....
hmm...made me wonder about the books of that year or plays?
Posted by: Judy | September 04, 2007 at 09:15 PM
All the very best to you, Danny, on this birthday. Hope it's the start of a terrific year in every way!
Posted by: Pearl | September 04, 2007 at 09:25 PM
HAPPY BIRTHDAY DANNY!
I wish you were here so we could have
a celebratory turkey leg at Mannys
followed by some cheese and caramel
popcorn. Mmmmmmmm...........
Posted by: Bathsheba | September 04, 2007 at 10:10 PM
Happy 48th Birthday Danny!!!
Michael and I just got back from setting up Adam in his first apartment in San Luis Obispo. (Last week we moved Sarah into the dorms at UC Berkeley). It was in the middle of the heat wave and Michael had just had his birthday (August 31st) and turned 52. Here we were--two 52 year olds taking furniture out of a moving van in 100 degree+ heat.
CRAZY!
The wild thing was it turned out great -- his apartment looks really nice. He starts school next week and we will be "empty nesters". Doesn't it seem like yesterday that Adam was born? And now he is 20 and starting to fly on his own.
Life goes fast. Enjoy and remember to love those you hold dear! Much love and happy birthday from all of us!!!
Laurie Michael Adam and Sarah
Posted by: Laurie | September 04, 2007 at 10:26 PM
Happy Birthday Danny! Gosh a lot of virgos around here (me & my daugther were born on Sept 9th LOL!), must indeed explain a lot ;)
I'd like you to have a special cake out of German gingerbread:
http://www.zehrer.at/images/lebkumarz.jpg
All the best!
Posted by: Dunja | September 04, 2007 at 11:52 PM
Happy birthday, Danny! It was nice chatting with you after the Wilco show in Los Angeles, however briefly. (We did go to Pinkberry, and I do want another one. Alas, too late now.) I hope you have a wonderful year.
Posted by: Brianne | September 04, 2007 at 11:57 PM
A little late, Danny, But A HAPPY BIRTHDAY, the day after! Hope you had a great and wonderful day.
Posted by: OldOldLady Of The Hills | September 05, 2007 at 01:14 AM
Bon anniversaire, mon cher ami.
Posted by: Madame Rasputina | September 05, 2007 at 02:05 AM
D'oh!
A belated "happy birthday" to you, fellow Virgo and movie lover. And many happy returns of the blog--er...day.
Posted by: communicatrix | September 05, 2007 at 10:27 AM
Happy Birthday, Danny!
I have trouble picturing Dan Dailey as a crossdresser. Did he borrow stuff off J. Edgar Hoover?
Posted by: Melinda | September 05, 2007 at 11:36 AM
belated happy birthday. that is all. I wonder what my therapist would say about you too.
:giggles:
Posted by: melanie | September 05, 2007 at 11:52 AM
Thanks so much to everyone for your birthday wishes! I had a great day and never once felt like I was trapped in Olivia de Havilland's Snake Pit!
Posted by: Danny | September 05, 2007 at 03:54 PM
Danny, thinking of you on the day AFTER your Happy Birthday!
Much Love, Health and Happiness for you this coming year.......
Posted by: sandy | September 05, 2007 at 11:26 PM
Oh dear - is this the first year I missed your birthday? - since I know you? So sorry! New semester, chapters deadline, flu - do all these "excuses" help?
I hope you had a wonderful day, Danny. I can't wait for you to join my 50's club excepting that when you do? I will be 60!
Smiles and hugs!
Posted by: tamarika | September 06, 2007 at 05:47 AM
Happy belated birthday, Danny. I hope to meet you in person one day. Your blog really is brilliant.
Posted by: Dr Judy | September 06, 2007 at 10:31 PM
I'm new to your blog - and I'm lovin' it. I first saw Hamlet in a film history class and didn't know quite what to make of it. Except that it was great. The shot that comes to me is Jean Simmons floating down a stream surrounded by flowers and humming a nonsense song - another 1948 madwoman perhaps?
Another 1948 film I have a soft spot for: The Paleface - probably the last of Bob Hope's run of classic comedies.
Posted by: Pondering Pig | September 07, 2007 at 08:21 AM
Happy birthday......Ever see Jean Simmons in "Home Before Dark"? An excellent performance from 1958. I found your site by accident and have enjoyed exploring it.
Posted by: Mark | September 07, 2007 at 09:29 AM
Happy Birthday Danny!
We love your blog. Our favorite movie is "Finding Nemo".
Cheers!
Hallie, Franny, Brooke, and Scott
Posted by: Hallie Egan | September 07, 2007 at 11:22 AM
Happy Birthday, Bubbelah. You are a wonder. All happiness for the coming year, and beyond.
Love from your psychic twin.
Posted by: Kerry | September 07, 2007 at 11:51 AM
Happy Belated Birthday, Danny!
Hope your sister retaliated with a few good birthday jabs!
Best,
Mindy
Posted by: Mindy | September 09, 2007 at 09:44 AM
Jane Wyman died today, just six days after I wrote about her. I hope Jean Simmons is safe. Rest in peace, Jane. You were one classy broad!
Posted by: Danny | September 10, 2007 at 01:20 PM
Happy (very late) birthday Danny. September 1959, what a great time to be born. :)
Posted by: Rurality | September 11, 2007 at 06:41 PM
Happy birthday Danny. I have really been enjoying your writing. I'll be hitting the 50th mark this year. Again from one Von Stueben 1976 graduate from another, "HAPPY BIRTHDAY" PS I was also in your 8th grade class in Peterson with Mrs O'Connor. 3rd from the right on the top row. [email protected]
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