Last weekend my wife Kendall turned 42. A few days earlier, we were driving down the coast, returning from our dog-centered vacation at Doris Day’s hotel in Carmel. I was reading aloud from the book “All About 'All About Eve'” that we had picked up at a used bookstore. (Isn’t that what most couples do on a long car trip?) We enjoyed the behind-the-scenes look at what has to be one of the Top 10 films ever made. Of course, being the freaks that we are, we already knew many of the details, including the fact that Claudette Colbert was originally signed to play Margo Channing but had to bow out of the film, to her great regret, because of some back problems. It’s almost impossible to imagine Colbert in this role now, and yet it suddenly makes a lot more sense to have Anne Baxter cast as the conniving Eve Harrington since Baxter looks so much like a young Claudette. It would have been interesting to see Colbert sink her teeth into such a juicy role, but God knows the movies would have lost one of the best performances ever recorded on celluloid if Bette Davis had been denied the chance to make the iconic Margo Channing her own. We loved reading the tales of Bette’s histrionics on and off the set but one line from the book nearly caused Kendall to veer off a cliff and hurl us to our deaths in the pounding Pacific:
“During the filming, Bette Davis
was 42 years old.”
Kendall is not someone who is obsessed with youth and she rarely bemoans the passage of time, but hearing that she was about to become Margo Channing’s age came close to sending her over the edge. We both saw “All About Eve” when we were kids, and back then we naturally thought Bette Davis was older than God. In fact, we weren't sure she wasn't God, she certainly seemed to have the same level of power.
Margo Channing: Bill's thirty-two.
He looks thirty-two. He looked it five years ago, he'll look it twenty years
from now. I hate men.
To assuage her mounting anxiety, Kendall did what any woman in her position would do: she became Margo Channing. For the rest of the drive, Kendall’s mellifluous voice was replaced by the staccato screeching of Margo Channing, aka 42-year-old Bette Davis at her most shrill. “BILL!” she wailed when we stopped for gas in Pismo Beach, “Do you WANT a mar-TINI from the QUICK mart? Or per-HAPS a SWIG of WA-ter?” To be honest, my wife’s first attempts at Bette’s cadence sounded more like an aging Katharine Hepburn but as the day wore on, Kendall lost the Bryn Mawr inflection. By the time we reached Santa Ynez, Kendall sounded like a top-of-the-line female impersonator at a 1970s drag show. “What a DUMP!” Even our dog Henry, sound asleep in the back seat after a boisterous romp on the beach in Carmel, perked up his big ears and moaned softly, as if to say, “Who is this terrifying woman and what has she done with my mother?”
Margo Channing: I'll admit I may
have seen better days...but I'm still not to be had for the price of a
cocktail—like a salted peanut.
Returning to Los Angeles, Kendall continued her channeling. She started calling Leah “B.D.” and even started calling our dog McTavish after Bette’s beloved Terrier. My daughter, who goes nuts if Kendall or I dare to attempt any kind of accent for two syllables, was nearly driven screaming into the street after enduring several hours as Margo Channing’s stepchild.
Margo Channing: Funny business, a
woman's career, the things you drop on the way up the ladder so you can move
faster. You forget you'll need them again when you get back to being a woman.
It's one career all females have in common—being a woman. Sooner or later we've
got to work at it no matter how many other careers we've had or wanted. And in
the last analysis nothing is any good unless you can look up just before dinner
or turn around in bed and there he is. Without that you're not a woman. You're
something with a French provincial office or a book full of clippings but
you're not a woman. Slow curtain, the end.
As luck would have it, last Monday
night, just after Kendall’s entry into the Margo Channing Club, the American
Cinematheque screened a restored print of “All About Eve” at the Egyptian
Theatre on Hollywood Boulevard. Of course we had to attend. Shown in a double
feature with the delightful film, “The Tender Trap” starring Frank Sinatra and
Debbie Reynolds, one of the stars of both films appeared in between the
screenings for a live question-and-answer session—none other than 91-year-old
Celeste Holm. Holm is the only principal still with us from “All About Eve” and
it was fantastic to hear her talk about the film and her amazing career. The
first time Celeste appeared on the stage in Los Angeles was a whopping 70 years
ago in the 1938 national tour of Clare Booth Luce’s “The Women.”
Holm played
the conniving Crystal Allen, the part Joan Crawford would play in the movie
version. A few years later, Celeste originated the role of Ado Annie in the
groundbreaking musical “Oklahoma.” When I was a kid, the very first musical
I ever saw was a touring company of “Mame” that played Chicago’s Shubert
Theatre in 1967. The title part was played with gusto and verve by…you guessed
it—Celeste Holm.
Holm’s longevity is nothing short of mind-boggling. A few months ago, she made a film with Mickey Rooney called “Driving Me Crazy” which apparently was well named—after working with Rooney for two days, Holm said she was ready for the nuthouse. Holm won an Oscar for one of her first roles, opposite Gregory Peck in “Gentleman’s Agreement.” With the help of her husband, Frank Basile, Holm mesmerized us with tales of her seven decades in the business, from the time she purposely stalled an elevator so she could beg director Anatloe Litvak for a role in “The Snake Pit” to the “swear jar” goody-two-shoes actress Loretta Young set up on the set of “Come to the Stable.” Celeste and the other actors had to drop a quarter into the jar every time they so much as uttered a “damn.” When ballsy Ethel Merman heard about Young’s swear jar, she stormed onto the set, shoved a twenty-dollar bill into the jar, and said, “There you go, Loretta. Now go fuck yourself!”
Kendall and I, along with our talented friend Amy Turner, sat two rows behind Holm during the films. It was a thrill to watch her watching them. Amy had never been to a double feature before and we had to point out that 91-year-old Holm was alert throughout the screening while Amy was struggling to stay awake. During much of the screening, Holm was being caressed by her husband. Oh, did I mention that her fifth spouse was born in…get ready for it…1963?! Gulp. Whatever works between two people, right? With that age difference, I’d have to marry someone born in 1913! I better warn Kendall…oh, I mean Margo.
Of course we loved every frame of “All About Eve” even though we didn’t get out of that blasted theatre until close to 1 am. Look at this brilliant scene and see what I’ve been living with for the past week:
Did you catch the always perfect Thelma Ritter? Her character disappeared after this scene which is my only complaint about the film. Marilyn Monroe got her first big break in “All About Eve” and she did an amazing job with her small role as Miss Caswell, a Graduate of the Copacabana School of Dramatic Art. Get a load of this perfect dialogue:
Kendall and I repeat that George Sanders line at least once a week to each other: “You have a point. An idiotic one, but a point.”
I’m now going on two weeks living with Margo Channing and I’m here to say that I want my wife back. In real life, co-stars Bette Davis and Gary Merrill fell in love and got married. Though they stayed together for 10 years, by all accounts it was a disastrous union. If Kendall continues to age alongside of Bette Davis, our future is doomed. I can only imagine what it will be like living with the main characters from such later Davis films as “Hush, Hush, Sweet Charlotte,” “Where Love Has Gone,” and “Scream, Pretty Peggy.” But I guess I should count my blessings that Kendall has settled on Margo Channing for now. Bette was only 54 when she made “Whatever Happened to Baby Jane?” Is this what I have to look forward to in 12 years?
Help me.
Bill -- Fantastic post! But where are my cigarettes????
Posted by: Margo | July 17, 2008 at 09:10 PM
Aauugh! She was "only 54" when she made Baby Jane? I always thought she looked older than God!
Maybe they were trying to make her look older, as in "pathetic middle-aged woman trying to recapture her childhood."
The "What Not To Wear" people would be gunning for Baby Jane now.
Posted by: Melinda | July 18, 2008 at 07:53 AM
Attaboy, Danny. Kill the people.
Posted by: the communicatrix | July 18, 2008 at 12:25 PM
Help huh? You need to rummage through your encyclopedic knowledge of movie stars and find the perfect foil for Margo -- then imitate him until Kendall begs for a truce... poor Leah though.
Posted by: Jeff | July 18, 2008 at 04:33 PM
Did Kendall ever finish that book she was working on?
Posted by: Sharon in Seattle | July 19, 2008 at 09:06 AM
Thunderous applause! Great post, Danny. I laughed out loud because I can only imagine Kendall's portrayal. I have adored her acting from the first moment I saw her at that Purim thingy in your synagogue a few years ago!
Posted by: tamarika | July 19, 2008 at 09:58 AM
I can't believe that I missed Kendall as Bette! Why don't you take me along on your vacations instead of that silly dog Henry who can't even talk? I could sleep in the backseat too, or better, I could take notes.
I realize now that Kendall-as-Bette is the voice that has been missing from my life of late -- could Kendall please just follow me around and give me the Bette version of things? I'm bitter and trashed but just don't have the style to express it with such verve.
The only difference between the world of All About Eve and now is that the guy in the bed doesn't necessarily wad us up and throw us out until we're 52, not 42, and with a good lift and some estrogen replacement therapy, we might even make it to 55, so Kendall, baby, you've got at least another 10 good years, Kendall. Find a 32-year-old and have yourself a good time . . . oh sorry, Danny, I didn't mean it. You, of course, are THE MAN in the bed about which nothing else means anything. It was my bitter, wadded up 56!!!!!!!!-year-old self talking.
GREAT POST. I LOVED IT!!!!
Posted by: deborah | July 19, 2008 at 11:37 AM
Dear Danny,
So many married people are unhappy. It appears that you and Kendall haven't forgotten how to play and have fun. Thanks for another great post.
Posted by: Gordon | July 19, 2008 at 10:28 PM
Danny, the Sarah Siddons Society award is all yours :) A great post. Thanks.
Posted by: Yury | July 20, 2008 at 01:14 AM
Did you know that the Sarah Siddons Society exists and gives out awards that look just like the one from the film--but that they were created AFTER the movie? Funny.
However, there were no "Eve Harrington Clubs at all the girls schools across the country." That was a ridiculous comment in the film, especially since only seven months had elapsed (already straining credibility) between the time Celeste Holm plucked Eve out of the alley and Eve winning the Sarah Siddons award. As if schoolgirls across the country would care about ANY Broadway actress.
Yes, Kendall HAS finished her book and it's as wonderful as her first. Check out kendallhailey.com for more details but be patient because there's nothing there yet--we're working on it.
Deborah, you're welcome on all our vacations. You can be Eve to Kendall's Margo.
Posted by: Danny | July 20, 2008 at 09:52 AM
Oh dear god-do you think Kendall will return to her body before you guys get here??
Oy.
Posted by: your sister | July 20, 2008 at 10:08 PM
When I was a kid living in Reno, I used to sit in the MGM Grand Hotel Casino's movie theater for hours at a stretch and watch all the old movies. The Bette Davis and Joan Crawford ones were my favorite, but both actresses always looked much older than they were to me -- particularly Bette. They were also both scarier than hell, even when they didn't mean to be.
This page took forever to load, but was totally worth it. :-) And I definitely look forward to seeing what pet Kendall serves you 12 years from now.
Posted by: Jane | July 21, 2008 at 09:09 AM
Tell Kendall, if you think it would make her feel better, that she'll always be almost exactly a year younger than me.
Happy birthday, Margo...Oh, I mean, Kendall
Posted by: churlita | July 21, 2008 at 08:14 PM
The peanut line is my favorite and I loved that book!
Posted by: Steph | October 29, 2008 at 03:15 PM
I just strolled in because I was re-reading Kendall's first book after recommending it to a friend. I wondered what happens as the autodidact grows up, and if I would ever read about it. I am already a ripe old 56 now, and my Dad gave me Kendall's book because he said it reminded him of me. Isn't that sweet?
Posted by: Beth Miner | July 16, 2010 at 08:48 PM
Of course, being the freaks that we are, we already knew many of the details, including the fact that Claudette Colbert was originally signed to play Margo Channing but had to bow out of the film, to her great regret, because of some back problems.
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