She was once described as having “a face like Grace Kelly and a body like Marilyn Monroe”. I wouldn’t go as far as that, but Rosemarie Bowe was something else.
Unusually for Hollywood, she was married to only one man — Robert Stack — and she pretty much quit acting when the two kids came along, only going back once they had grown.
Lovely.
We’ve already looked at her sister, but Constance Bennett was nothing to sneeze at, either:
And she aged pretty nicely, too. Here she is at 55, five years before her death:
You know you might just be getting old when: you see a mother-daughter pic, and you get the hots for the mother.
She recently won some award for her acting career, and brushed it off as “just luck”.
Have mercy.
In this little exercise of traveling along a couple of scenic U.S. roads accompanied by a beautiful woman, my choice was super-easy:
Are you kidding me? A gorgeous freckled redhead and a 60s-era Ferrari? Who were the others, again?
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.