Happy Birthday, Dahling!

Tallulah Bankhead was born on this day in 1902 in Huntsville, Alabama.  Whereas she maintained her southern accent throughout her life, any trappings of the southern belle were left behind when, at the age of 16, she moved to New York City to begin her life in the theater.   The hard-drinking, chain-smoking and drug-using bisexual with a wonderful raspy voice found great success on the stage, less so on film.  I just read a review of her performance in Faithless (1932) wherein the author points to a lack of subtle expression in her face as a reason she was not successful in movies.  A good point.  Of course, there was nothing really subtle about Ms. Bankhead. 

                    Tallulah Bankhead and Bob in Faithless (1932)

Tallulah --- great name, isn't it! --- was the star of Faithless, Bob's role was almost a supporting performance.  He was in the hospital for three weeks during the scheduled filming of the move with a severe attack of appendicitis (keep in mind that penicillin was not widely available until the 1940s), so his part may have been cut back.  Whatever, he is in it enough to make you understand why Tallulah would "turn to the streets" to get medicine for her deathly ill husband.  And Bob certainly had the experience to portray a man confined to a bed.  All in all, a decent enough movie, worth watching if you don't expect a masterpiece.  Hey, it's pre-code and Bob is in it.  What more could one ask ...

Just What Did Bob Say to the President?

Let's see ... Dwight Eisenhower, President of the United States, writes a defensive letter to our Bob.  Hmm.  Difficult to imagine Bob hassling Ike.  I cannot imagine that many people did period.  And, he gets to add a signed letter from "D. E." to his private collection.  (Certainly beats the autograph I got from Eddie Bracken!) 

So Nice To Snuggle Up To

I am getting so tired of this winter.  Six years of drought in sunny California left me spoiled by unusually warm and dry winters.  This appears to be a payback year.  All this rain, rain, rain ... arrggghhh!  And it's cold, not Midwest cold, but darn cold for us.  Cold and wet.  It is just no fun.  None at all.  Brrr.  Maybe if I had mukluks and a fur lined coat to wear, and Bob to snuggle up to ... yeah, that would make things a whole lot better!

                     Bob and Myrna Loy in Petticoat Fever (1936)

Gorgeous at Any Age

This is actually a trade card, slightly larger than most, but still only 2" x 2-1/2".  I place it in the category of great things come in small packages.   If I had a copy of the original color photo in an 8x10 format, it would be in a silver frame and on my desk.  Bob is 50ish in the photo.  I know I'm appreciating it with the bias of my advanced age, but, hey, it's the eyes and the touch of a smile that does it for me for Bob no matter what the age.  And elegant to boot ... rrrff!!

Do I Really Have to Say it

Bob or Herbert Marshall.  Let's see...

         Bob, Norma Shearer, and Herbert Marshall in Riptide (1934)

Watch Norma agonize over that choice this coming Thursday at 9:00 a.m. PST on TCM.