Yeah, Scarlett O’Hara in that unforgivably racist / “problematic” / slavery-accepting movie which glorified the Klan and anyway, why put a Brit chick in the archetypal Southern-belle role? Why?
And then there’s the result:
…the last pic being possibly the greatest “morning after” pose ever filmed.
No question.
One of not many actresses to make the transition from silent movies to the talkies, Brit-born Dorothy Mackaill got her start as a dancer in Paris, then graduated to be a Ziegfeld Girl.
Then she moved to Hollywood, and the woman-hating hairdressers got hold of her:
…but they never managed to submerge her beauty completely.
At the ripe old age of 52, Dorothy quit the movies, moved to Hawaii, and lived out the rest of her life in the luxury Royal Hawaiian Hotel on Waikiki beach, swimming in the sea every day until she died.
And who can argue with that?
When the exquisite Carole Lombard died in a plane crash at age 33, the world definitely became a far uglier place.
Her husband Clark Gable certainly thought so. He was buried next to her, many years and several other wives later.
Her hairstylist should have been executed for Crimes Against Beauty, but Ruth Hussey still managed to get past all that:
Unfailingly elegant, too:
Ruth was not only beautiful, but loyal: she was married to the same man for 60 years.
And what she looked like in real life, i.e. in color:
Oooooh, a nursie. Be still, my beating heart.
What more can I say about Ingrid Bergman that hasn’t been said already? Nothing, is what. So just enjoy the view, but be aware there will be a quiz at the end.
Okay, here’s the quiz.
Imagine that you’re Rick Blaine, and Ingrid Bergman is looking at you like this:
Do you: