So I watched Bandolero! twice this week… once alone (as I always do so I can appreciate it alone, and by appreciate I mean continuously rewind bits of a movie where Jimmy or whatever actor makes a cute face or says something funny or adorable, usually extending the running time of the movie by about 30minutes) and then with my mother… At the end I looked at Mum and she was sitting there like this:
I loled…
That is all…
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Politeness became so rare that some people mistake it for flirtation.
People have asked me what was it about Spence that made me stay with him for nearly thirty years. And this is somehow impossible for me to answer. I honestly don’t know. I can only say that I could never have left him. He was there— I was his.
Katharine Hepburn | Me: Stories of My Life
A publisher had the nerve to send me the galleys on Charles Higman’s awful book about Hepburn for a comment for the advertisement! Can you imagine? I read the thing and I was furious. I telephoned Hepburn at home, and she didn’t get my name. I said, “Bette Davis, you know, like in the movies.” I explained about the book, which she hadn’t read. I told her that I would send along my galleys, and that what Higman said about Spence’s drinking was just terrible. She seemed so disinterested that I said, “Well, I loved him before you did, and I think this book should be stopped!” She grinned. “I’d had a few drinks.”
Conversations with Bette Davis
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