Orsoniana

Oct 20, 2009 20:51

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oracne October 21 2009, 14:28:00 UTC
This is awesomely interesting. Thank you.

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selenak October 22 2009, 05:01:25 UTC
You're welcome!

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searose October 24 2009, 13:29:22 UTC
In Marion Davies' autobiography (once sold through San Simeon's museum), her story of meeting Orson Welles post-Kane was of a dramatic letdown. She and Hearst were on an elevator, Welles got on, and the three of them rode up in *absolute* silence without acknowledging recognition. Then again, Welles (F for Fake) was an accomplished liar, Hearst thought truth was something determined by his fiat, and Davies never met a useful euphemism she didn't take under her soiled wing.

About Welles' putty makeup, in his later years he was in an odd flick called Malpertuis, and he insisted on doing his own makeup, heavy theatrical paste complete with putty pug nose. The lighting tech on the set had to illuminate the stubborn old fellow so that the clumsy nose job looked acceptable on film, though Welles' sweating under the lights caused the makeup to run down his face. This actually was a boon, since they gradually mopped away the worst of the makeup over the course of the day's shoot without Welles' realizing they were stripping him of his mask. ( ... )

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selenak October 24 2009, 17:37:44 UTC
Then again, Welles (F for Fake) was an accomplished liar, Hearst thought truth was something determined by his fiat, and Davies never met a useful euphemism she didn't take under her soiled wing.

I know. These three could have inspired Rashomon. On a note of "it's a small world", I always thought it was weird that Orson Welles' first wife ended up married to Marion Davies' nephew, Charlie Lederer. (While both still were on good terms with Welles, if the casual mentions in MacLiamoirs diary are anything to go by.)

I didn't know the Malpertuis story, though! Oh, O.W.

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