In a world of Nazis, rapacious movie directors and lascivious producers (and it was worse here than in her native Germany), Marlene Dietrich gave the world that famous look, said: “Is dat the best vat you can do to me? Hah” and proceeded to take the world of show business by storm.
Being a bona fide product of Weimar Germany and Isherwood’s Cabaret Berlin, her sexuality swung both ways and her legs every way you could imagine; but even with all that, people still adored her. And so do I.
The problem for most American men, though, is that all they know of Marlene comes from Madeline Kahn’s exquisite parody of her in Blazing Saddles. But watch any two of her own movies, and you’ll see why this goddess was worshiped.
I recommend Morocco, and of course Blue Angel.
And don’t forget her exquisite role in the Orson Wells classic Touch of Evil…
I’ve seen her, rank slut.
That’s all.
You say “rank slut” like this is a Bad Thing…
Joe Kennedy, Sr., who was, among others careers, a movie producer, had a fling with her.
So did his son, Jack.
A sportswoman’s double?
Like father, likes son better.
It’s twue! It’s twue!
As a product of ( roughly ) the same périod and origin Hedy Lamar is vastly supérior, and most probably smarter.
Dietrich personally enraged Hitler, another point in her favour.