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Marlene Dietrich, December 27, 1901 - December 27, 2010
"There are legends, islands legendary city of legend, tales of courage, integrity, beauty . They will live forever in the shadows of our minds, but not because they are legendary because they hide the truth, as deep as all the truth. The golden legend of the nightingale, the Lorelei, the bright Apollo whose hair weave the strings of his lute, the dream of blonde women: these legends will always be part of the world, regardless of its changes, as if Eva in person, abandoning the Garden of Eden, would create its own mystery with a new paradise. And with this mystery, a warmth, wisdom, humanity, a truth and a living legend " (Christopher Fry)

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(Beautiful video on Clara Bow from the channel gohepcat on YouTube)
"Any scenario will never be more beautiful and dramatic of my real life. No life will tell you more of the costumes of Hollywood where the most shameless profligacy and the most hypocritical pudibonderia will clash in strange contrast. "
Paris 1933. In 1908 the beautiful Clara was the first success, she did hear his voice and it was carried in triumph. She was born .... for ten minutes! Actually, the only two viewers who watched its debut on the stage in life were his father and mother and perhaps .... guilty of bias. That was July 29, 1908 in Brooklyn (New York).
"I was a girl brought up in Brooklyn Street, between the kids, sharing with them the games and the beatings, but all taken by a strange dream of glory and fortune ... My father, Robert Bow, was a restaurant waiter. He did not live for my mother, poor to be sick and neurasthenic. And by her daughter on which he had founded great hopes do not know what ... At fifteen, I did not know that the sadness of a miserable hovel, but always looked away, up, push in these visions of my father who adored me. It was in 1921. A major newspaper in New York opened a photogenic contest. My father, gathering his few economies, led me to one of the most famous and beloved photographers Brooklyn. Then we waited. And one day I was called '
then won the first prize in a beauty contest, which included a premium for the screen test, which immediately gave her a part in the film of Billie Dove: Beyond the Rainbow , but unfortunately his part was cut out of the need for film art:
"What was my grief when the film came to New York (I called all my friends, and my father was shaking with emotion) and saw all that, you know? All the scenes where I was supposed to appear had been cut! My mother, who already made it almost mad mental imbalance, received me with blows, and forbade me to continue my life "scandalous." PROMISE: A few days later, on his deathbed, he made me swear not I'd never done movies. So I became a telephone operator in a medical clinic, and that I would still, perhaps, if my father had not managed to make me understand the annulment of an oath taken by a poor creature mad and dying. And then, retry the test. "
director Elmer Cliffon looking for a characteristic type film Down to the Sea in Ships , he remembered seeing the portrait of Clara Bow on the cover of a magazine of fashion and found it very photogenic and very friendly; and therefore offered to work on that film for 50 pounds a week.
Clara Bow went to such luck. A long series of films gave her many successes. But the pellicola che le diede fama internazionale fu It di Elinor Glynn. Allora « l'indiavolata dai capelli rossi » cominciò a far parlare di sé il mondo intero. Sulla sua vita privata furono raccontate innumerevoli storie scandalose, ma non per questo ella perdette la sua costante allegria ed il suo smagliante sorriso.
«Vissi intensamente il bel sogno divenuto realtà. Quanto guadagnai? Non so: l'oro correva per le mie mani come una fonte inesauribile. Un giorno Donald Keith mi strappò una promessa di matrimonio: io mi accorsi subito dell'errore e mi sposai di corsa con Gilbert Roland. Ma anche di lui mi stancai presto. E fu la volta di Victor Fleming. Il pubblico si divertiva delle mie incongruenze, io... ancora most of the public. But blacks were the days. The rich, young Robert Savage, who had taken the place of Fleming, one morning he was found wounded in the wrist by a blow razor, a bloody fist tight in my photography. The father threatens me a job, although his son was completely cured, I try to comfort in the arms of Gary Cooper a little peace. But the big boy of Montana has a stern magistrate father and a mother who never gives up. The interdisciplinary is a marriage considered shameful: Gary and bows to the will of his father. Then I lost my head. My adventures shocked alloys moralistic American: the storm grumbled around me, and I felt it. It was my secretary, Daisy Devoe, who produced the spark, linked com'era ad una di queste sette moralizzatrici, molte delle quali pagate da altre attrici gelose dei miei successi. E Devoe pubblicò le mie lettere private. Fu il processo. La segretario indiscreta fu condannata, ma io, povera, abbandonata da tutti, ammalata, delusa, dovetti lasciare Hollywood, la California, rompere i miei contratti, fuggire... Tutti mi avevano abbandonata tranne mio padre ed un uomo. Uno solo: Rex Bell.»

Nata ragazzaccio Clara Bow non è cambiata affatto, neppure oggi benché sia diventala la signora Rex Bell. Nel Rancho «Clarita», la fattoria che suo marito possiede nel Nevada (California), dove essi abitano, Clara è always on horseback, and make bold and long rides in the vast prairie on the back of the most restless ponies. Prefers cowboy pants the luxurious toilet, which was used to bring in Hollywood, and there is no powder or rouge on his handsome face tanned by the sun.
There is no woman more generous in the world of Clara Bow: She is a pain to know that there is someone who wants something and can not get it with his own devices. Give generously and do not even want to be thanked. He consumed a fortune on gifts, donations, gifts and even whims. Because of unpredictable Clara has had several.
Among other things it says it still retains all the love letters that have come from all parts of the world has done to this building a large trunk with a special lock. She does not like interviews and hates to be seen in public, and therefore it is said that she, in recent times, going around Hollywood with a blonde wig to avoid being recognized. Therefore prefers to spend evenings at home with a few friends rather than attend the mundane to find Hollywood. You most beloved music, perhaps, ensures Rex, her hear good music is the only way to do it quietly in a corner and listen without laughing, and making grimaces or toddle. The work that she enjoys most is "Il Trovatore" by Verdi. You appassionala in sports, yet is lazy, likes to get up late in the morning, have breakfast and begin its work very late one o'clock in the afternoon, lunch at 5, dinner at midnight and go to bed at 3 or 4 am. But it seems that life free of Nevada has contribuilo in changing his habits. She herself has designed the project for the new house that she and Rex were built last year in place of the small bungalow that Rex was, before marriage, more than enough. They made a very modern house, although it seems almost an irony it is located almost in a desert and several miles away from the nearest train station. The area of \u200b\u200bthe ranch is almost 300,000 acres. That's where the funny Clara riacquistalo has fully his health and what she claims to be the place she loves most of all the world, and where ever you want to remove. This did not, however, prevented one day to hear the nostalgia of the hectic life of cinema and to accept the proposal that the Fox Film, sensing in it a beautiful female figure, not yet faded charm, made her to interpret the new Fox film which is preparing to Movietone City. The film is called Call Her Savage (Blood rebel) and is an exotic love story of Tiffany Thayer. Clara Bow will soon see this new, more beautiful and fresher than before, in an interpretation that allows it to be able to show off his great sensitivity and renewed Art. In this film she has in fact Fox opportunity to play a part that is perfectly suited to his artistic personality. Clara Bow
And you will see a more sincere, more glittering, as you've never seen any film of the past.

(Merry Christmas to all! And Happy Birthday Armando! This post is dedicated to him ... Thank you for everything!)

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Racconto di Natale Hollywood 1929

Want to know how to celebrate Christmas in Hollywood in 1929? Perhaps without being seen through the story of our correspondent in a time machine. Do you think it would be fun?

But a hasty observer would notice the happy faces on those few shadow that occasionally obscures the serenity. At the end of the table
Charlie Chaplin, prayed by Anita Page and Louise Brooks, was the famous dance of the rolls, a waiter placed before him a phenomenal mess covered with sugar ice on which stood the sentence now passed into history, thick as a novel and as a nostalgic song of a distant land, "Georgia, my love ... '. Charlot was preoccupied, thinking perhaps Georgia, who was the true legend of his unhappiness about what he wanted to be and never was his humble and graceful life full of dreams. Then he shook himself, and told a scene from the film "City Lights" which was putting the finishing touches.
late lunch the orchestra of Walt Whitmann attack some languid waltz. Mackaill Dorothy was a tireless and only Clara Bow compete with her. Pola Negri, in a corner, to the cozy darkness of a lamp, talked with Ronald Colman.
Slim came with a frightened face: "The bandits ... "He cried. And he had finished the sentence that ten masked figure burst into the room with leveled revolvers: "Hands up ... 'Demanded.
No one fainted, but of course everyone was excited. Only Greta Garbo kept a surprisingly impassive, even looked at it one of the robbers with a tender look and greedy together. Strange woman, for which only the adventure, the extraordinary, were an understandable reality. Nancy Carroll had a furtive lacrimetta thinking of his brilliant clear mounted in platinum and one of those mysterious lords was withdrawing from his fingers.
Suddenly, the bandits took off their masks and appeared ..... appeared Douglas Fairbanks, Wallace Beery, Harold Lloyd and others. The joke had succeeded perfectly, the merry laughter and comments do not count, the epilogue was a unanimous invitation to the King of jazz's most dynamic and syncopated tune of his songs, rhythm. The vast room seemed to become a chasm, but a nice pit, where, however, morality was highly respected. Somehow, I found myself at the feet of Compsom Betty, with a silver bucket on his head and his mouth full of confetti. I heard them murmur
Mac Laglen Bessie Love: "I'm two hours in the garden waiting for you ... Why do not you come? "
Lupe Velez told a story of his Mexican Christmas singing, full of angels, Little Red Riding Hood, the vast expanses of snow. All listened with suspended i1 heart, the music had been silenced. Then, as if awakened from a dream, not without nostalgia, each returned carefree. Lupe is still a little enchanted eyes, which had flourished before the patio of Villalobos, the sweet his father's house. Next to her, Jackie Coogan. bright-eyed and thoughtful collection, taken from the musical voice and light of the dark narrator, his mind wandered away Ricardi in his art and review the Paradise, the house decorated by small flowers, gentle and sad eyes of his great friend, Charlie Chaplin.
At midnight the party was on the pitch. The songs of many different countries are intertwined in a fascinating and new embroidery. Those men, beautiful women, that fed the fantasies of people who were dreaming the same beating the dweller on the banks of rivers such as the shores of the seas, the nomad, the sedentary, the old and the teenager, rejoiced with simplicity and directness, without the nightmare of the lens, which forces them to study a glance, a fold of the lips, a gesture, to live in front of a mirror, without the serene joy of abandonment.
When we left, the first light of dawn lightened the sky. The air was cold and crisp, crossed by the beams of white lights of cars. The roar of the engines were like the last notes of the evening memorable.
Soon the sun would rise, and the studios would have taken his life and eager to go fast, sweeping away illusions and creating stories. But even in this worldly paradise, love, on which there seems to be only fleeting, Christmas was not left without a brotherly kindness.