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Authors: Boze Hadleigh
AIDS!
Q: Of course not. I know safe-sex is important.
A: Oh, this has turned dreary. Do you have more to drink?
Q: I believe they have some Heineken in the fridge. Shall I check?
A: Of course check. You’re supposed to ply me with booze, and make me do your bidding, silly boy. That is, to get me to answer your questions. (Then, when I return from the fridge with two cans in hand.) You’re not writing a book, are you? You know, you couldn’t get it published, anyway. It’s like Rex Harrison said—something about the press watching out for you.
Q: Did he say that to you?
A: No, someone told me he gave an interview somewhere.
Q: I’ve read that before. I think he said that the press will prevent gay or bisexual stars’ scandals from seeing print.
A: Poor old Rex found that out! (Alluding to Harrison’s widely covered heterosexual peccadilloes.)
Q: Did you know Charles Laughton at all well?
A: Why?
Q: Because I greatly admire him. As an artist.
A: Wasn’t he overrated?
Q: I don’t think so. But did you know him?
A: No.
Q: So then you don’t know his wife, Elsa Lanchester?
A: Not socially, no. What are you getting at? Was she?
Q: I was going to ask you.
A: He was.
Q: I know that . That’s a fact. But I’ve heard conflicting reports about Elsa, though a few friends say she’s bisexual, and other people say she’s lesbian, yet others say that she’s completely asexual. The only person who’s represented Lanchester as a heterosexual is Lanchester herself.
A: Then she must not be heterosexual. If she’s the only one going around saying so. Does she interest you?
Q: Yes, because of two things. One, she’s chosen to live in the shadow of a giant—I mean, when he was alive—and to maintain a facade of a marriage. And because I’ve always found her a scene-stealer, and an underrated talent, yet almost all her film roles are bit parts, and I wonder if that didn’t start because she was always Mrs. Laughton to everybody.
A: Good question. But who knows? Have you met her?
Q: Yes (I had to catch myself, and not reveal that I had interviewed her). She’s...a charming hostess.
A: Did she serve you spirits? I hear she drinks a lot.
Q: Really? No, she served one of those “international coffees”—they all taste alike to me, but I’m a tea drinker—and she had these persimmon cookies she’d made. They were very good, but a bit stale. I’d never heard of persimmon cookies.
A: Count your blessings.
Q: No, she was very nice. And we talked about Charles Laughton, until she tired of the subject.
A: Why did you meet her?
Q: Because I had the chance to, and didn’t want to pass it up.
A: You’re not starstruck, are you?
Q: I think everyone is, somewhat, and it’s nice to be. I’d hate to be jaded about people... I’m thrilled about you....
A: (Touched.) Well...that’s very nice. Have you...seen a lot of my movies?
Q: Everyone has. They’re on TV regularly. You know, you did something smart, Mr. Grant—and maybe without meaning to. You got into dozens of movies with wonderful costars and directors. I mean, apart from you being in them too.
A: I’m glad you enjoy them (stifles a little yawn).
Q: I couldn’t help noticing—and please stop me, if you don’t want me to bring this up—that when I mentioned the author Kenneth Anger, your mouth went down at the corners...?
A: A natural reaction. (Sternly.) I suppose you’ve read his book?
Q: Yes. You haven’t?
A: (Breezily.) I never read gossipy books about Hollywood. They’re so boring. To me . Because I’ve been on the inside. I think the outsiders try too hard to get an inside view, and wind up revealing far more about themselves than anyone else.
Q: Isn’t it natural to be curious about the rich and famous—the admired and the worshipped?
A: It is. But not
Q: Of course not. I know safe-sex is important.
A: Oh, this has turned dreary. Do you have more to drink?
Q: I believe they have some Heineken in the fridge. Shall I check?
A: Of course check. You’re supposed to ply me with booze, and make me do your bidding, silly boy. That is, to get me to answer your questions. (Then, when I return from the fridge with two cans in hand.) You’re not writing a book, are you? You know, you couldn’t get it published, anyway. It’s like Rex Harrison said—something about the press watching out for you.
Q: Did he say that to you?
A: No, someone told me he gave an interview somewhere.
Q: I’ve read that before. I think he said that the press will prevent gay or bisexual stars’ scandals from seeing print.
A: Poor old Rex found that out! (Alluding to Harrison’s widely covered heterosexual peccadilloes.)
Q: Did you know Charles Laughton at all well?
A: Why?
Q: Because I greatly admire him. As an artist.
A: Wasn’t he overrated?
Q: I don’t think so. But did you know him?
A: No.
Q: So then you don’t know his wife, Elsa Lanchester?
A: Not socially, no. What are you getting at? Was she?
Q: I was going to ask you.
A: He was.
Q: I know that . That’s a fact. But I’ve heard conflicting reports about Elsa, though a few friends say she’s bisexual, and other people say she’s lesbian, yet others say that she’s completely asexual. The only person who’s represented Lanchester as a heterosexual is Lanchester herself.
A: Then she must not be heterosexual. If she’s the only one going around saying so. Does she interest you?
Q: Yes, because of two things. One, she’s chosen to live in the shadow of a giant—I mean, when he was alive—and to maintain a facade of a marriage. And because I’ve always found her a scene-stealer, and an underrated talent, yet almost all her film roles are bit parts, and I wonder if that didn’t start because she was always Mrs. Laughton to everybody.
A: Good question. But who knows? Have you met her?
Q: Yes (I had to catch myself, and not reveal that I had interviewed her). She’s...a charming hostess.
A: Did she serve you spirits? I hear she drinks a lot.
Q: Really? No, she served one of those “international coffees”—they all taste alike to me, but I’m a tea drinker—and she had these persimmon cookies she’d made. They were very good, but a bit stale. I’d never heard of persimmon cookies.
A: Count your blessings.
Q: No, she was very nice. And we talked about Charles Laughton, until she tired of the subject.
A: Why did you meet her?
Q: Because I had the chance to, and didn’t want to pass it up.
A: You’re not starstruck, are you?
Q: I think everyone is, somewhat, and it’s nice to be. I’d hate to be jaded about people... I’m thrilled about you....
A: (Touched.) Well...that’s very nice. Have you...seen a lot of my movies?
Q: Everyone has. They’re on TV regularly. You know, you did something smart, Mr. Grant—and maybe without meaning to. You got into dozens of movies with wonderful costars and directors. I mean, apart from you being in them too.
A: I’m glad you enjoy them (stifles a little yawn).
Q: I couldn’t help noticing—and please stop me, if you don’t want me to bring this up—that when I mentioned the author Kenneth Anger, your mouth went down at the corners...?
A: A natural reaction. (Sternly.) I suppose you’ve read his book?
Q: Yes. You haven’t?
A: (Breezily.) I never read gossipy books about Hollywood. They’re so boring. To me . Because I’ve been on the inside. I think the outsiders try too hard to get an inside view, and wind up revealing far more about themselves than anyone else.
Q: Isn’t it natural to be curious about the rich and famous—the admired and the worshipped?
A: It is. But not
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