My Tribute to Elaine Stritch

Elaine_Stritch 1973 by Allan Warren

Elaine Stritch 1973
by Allan Warren

 

My Tribute to Elaine Stritch
by Jennifer Kiley
Created Saturday 19th July 2014

ELAINE STRITCH
February 2, 1925 – July 17, 2014. Age 89.
An Actress.
A Singer.
A Broadway Star.

A Five Time Tony Nominee & Tony Award Winner.
[One Woman Show: Elaine Stritch At Liberty]

A Three Time Emmy Award Winner.
[Elaine Stritch At Liberty, Law & Order, 30 Rock]

Elaine Stritch on Life, Sex and Death | The Last Word | The New York Times [July 18th 2014]24m 29s

When you have a stretch of time, sit down, relax & listen to the Lady Who Lunched. You will not be disappointed. Once I discovered this Lady, I could never get enough. She’s honest. Direct. Truthful. Funny As Hell. Her Soul & Heart were always out there on the stage with her. I am going to miss her presence here on Earth but she left some amazing gifts for us all which will keep her around forever.

The following is her one woman show. It may contain minutes & hours but they fly you across the sky with her. She was nominated five times for a Tony and won for Her One Woman Show: “Elaine Stritch At Liberty.”

Elaine Stritch At Liberty [2002] 2h 25m 14s

An Excellent Show. One show for which Elaine Stritch will be remembered.

She appeared in films, several Woody Allen directed, “September” & “Small Time Crooks.” She did a sit-com for the BBC where she met her husband, John Bay. He died ten years later. She said, “She never found that kind of love again.” She did Stage, Screen, Radio & TV & she did her Cabaret performances. She could do it all. She was almost Dorothy [Bea Arthur] on “The Golden Girls” but she felt she blew the audition.

She made the documentary “Elaine Stritch: Shoot Me” during her last year alive. It is available at present on Netflix streaming & also iTunes. I watched all of these yesterday Friday 18th July 2014. I wanted to fill myself up on her presence. Her tears & laughter moved me to tears & laughing out loud in the true sense of the phrase. I highly recommend if you are a fan you will love all of these parts of Elaine Stritch. And if you have never met, it is about time you give her a try. You will truly be delighted. In her Documentary she confronts the issues of her life coming to an end. She felt it. This documentary is so honest & moving. It is pure Elaine Stritch. The way she lived her life, she took to the very end. You feel as though it was her way of saying goodbye. One thing she use to ask of those who directed her, “Are you afraid of me?” She was that kind of powerful & honest. She held nothing back. She was a marvel. Totally Unique. Try to view any & all of this. I promise, it will fill you up & you will feel Elaine Stritch with you all the way.

I am two degrees of separation from Elaine Stritch. I was involved in college with someone Noel Coward was attracted to & worked with in the theatre. I was a great deal younger than all of them but I felt so connected. So One degree from Noel Coward who worked with Elaine Stritch, which makes us Two degrees apart. Her great stories about her relationship with Noel are marvelous.

I had two particular favorite songs Elaine Stritch sang. One, from Stephen Sondheim’s Company, “The Ladies Who Lunch.” The second piece is “I’m Still Here.” She joked she was never old enough to sing this song. Now I wish she were still here to keep on singing it.

Elaine Stritch – Ladies Who Lunch ["Company" by Stephen Sondheim]

Elaine Stritch performs “I’m Still Here” [A Special Performance For President & Mrs. Obama at the White House Posted Sept. 14 2012]

In the last year of her life she decided she would allow herself to have two drinks a day. The following is a short slip from an interview that appeared in the New York Sunday Times Magazine on Feb. 2, 2014:

…Itzkoff: You were completely sober for more than 20 years, but you’ve since allowed yourself to drink again.

Stritch: I’m almost 89. I’m gonna have a drink a day or two. I know how to handle it, so there. I’m proud of the fact that I can handle a couple of drinks.

Itzkoff: That’s not at all dangerous?

Stritch: No. I’m not going to have three drinks, I’m not going to have four. I’m going to have two, and that’s it, folks. I just want to enjoy life and relax a little bit and go out with the rich ladies in Birmingham and enjoy them. And you can’t enjoy them sober…”

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Tears fill my eyes with the laughter you create from your honesty

& your direct view of life & shouting it out loud.

Thank you Elaine Stritch for all you Gave to Us. You Will Be Missed.

Rest In Peace Sweet Lady. I do hope the Heaven you believe in
Welcomed You With Open Arms.

<3 <3 <3

A True Fan

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Posted Saturday 19th July 2014 on ‘Expats Post’ My Tribute to Elaine Stritch

 

Cinema Theoretica: “Transcendence”

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“Transcendence”I

Post by Jennifer Kiley

Post Friday 11th July 2014

 

A MOVIE THAT PEAKS MY CURIOSITY & PURE FASCINATION WITH A.I. WOULDN’T IT BE GRANDE IF THIS IS A WAY FOR HUMANS TO GAIN IMMORTALITY. I HEARD JUST RECENTLY IT ISN’T FAR INTO THE FUTURE THE POSSIBILITIES ARE THERE. WE MAY JUST SOMEDAY BE ABLE TO UPLOAD OUR MENTAL AWARENESS INTO A COMPUTER. WE COULD GO ON CREATING THOUGHTS. HYPOTHESIZING THEORIES. GROWING IN WISDOM. FEELINGS. I WONDER IF ONE HAS TRANSCENDED WHETHER FEELINGS WOULD BE EXPERIENCED? IN THIS NEW FOUND STATE OF BEING. IT WOULD STILL BE BEING. DO WE NEED A BODY TO BE ALIVE? SUSTENANCE. WHAT IS SUSTENANCE WITHOUT A BODY NEEDING TO BE FED? WOULD OUR SUSTENANCE COME FROM NEW & CONTINUED DISCOVERIES OF AWARENESS? JUST SOME THOUGHTS I AM THROWING OUT FOR PONDERING. IF I WOULDN’T EVER DIE TRANSCENDENCE APPEARS TO BE [ONCE THE KINKS ARE WORKED OUT] A PERFECT CONTINUATION. WOULD WE MISS THE TACTILE CONNECTIONS? COULD A COMPUTER BE TAUGHT [PROGRAMMED] TO CAUSE US TO SIMULATE THE SENSATION OF TOUCH & OTHER OF OUR SENSES. EXCITING. CANNOT WAIT UNTIL THE RELEASE OF “TRANSCENDENCE”ON DVD or STREAMING.  I <3 JOHNNY DEPP

“Transcendence” Official Trailer 2014

Two leading computer scientists work toward their goal of Technological Singularity, as a radical anti-technology organization fights to prevent them from creating a world where computers can transcend the abilities of the human brain.

“Transcendence”: There is a time factor involved. A terminally ill scientist downloads his consciousness into a computer. This grants him power beyond his wildest dreams, and soon he becomes unstoppable.

Sci-Fi Thriller. Dr. Will Caster (Johnny Depp) is the foremost researcher in the field of Artificial Intelligence, working to create a sentient machine that combines the collective intelligence of everything ever known with the full range of human emotions. His highly controversial experiments have made him famous, but they have also made him the prime target of anti-technology extremists who will do whatever it takes to stop him. However, in their attempt to destroy Will, they inadvertently become the catalyst for him to succeed-to be a participant in his own transcendence. For his wife Evelyn (Rebecca Hall) and best friend Max Waters (Paul Bettany), both fellow researchers, the question is not if they can…but if they should. Their worst fears are realized as Will’s thirst for knowledge evolves into a seemingly omnipresent quest for power, to what end is unknown. The only thing that is becoming terrifyingly clear is there may be no way to stop him. IMdB…

What Is Transcendence?

PG-13, 1 hr. 59 min. Drama, Science Fiction & Fantasy

Directed By: Wally Pfister Written By: Jack Paglen

In Theaters: Apr 18, 2014 Wide

Counting the Days for Release on DVD or Streaming

Warner Bros. Pictures

Cast

Johnny Depp…….Dr. Will Caster

Paul Bettany…….Max Waters

Rebecca Hall…….Evelyn

Morgan Freeman
Kate Mara
Cole Hauser

Special Edition: Maya Angelou R.I.P.

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Maya Angelou R.I.P.

Special Edition

Post Created by Jennifer Kiley

Post Wednesday 28th May 2014

 

Poet, author Maya Angelou dies at 86

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Hillel Italie
May 28, 2014
Filed 03:59 PM EST

NEW YORK (AP) — Maya Angelou, a modern Renaissance woman who survived the harshest of childhoods to become a force on stage, screen, the printed page and the inaugural dais, died Wednesday, her son said. She was 86.

Angelou’s son, Guy B. Johnson, said the writer died at her home in Winston-Salem, North Carolina, where she had been a professor of American studies at Wake Forest University since 1982.

Tall and regal, with a deep, majestic voice, Angelou defied all probability and category, becoming one of the first black women to enjoy mainstream success as an author and thriving in virtually every artistic medium. The young single mother who worked at strip clubs to earn a living later wrote and recited the most popular presidential inaugural poem in history. The childhood victim of rape wrote a million-selling memoir, befriended Malcolm X, Nelson Mandela and the Rev. Martin Luther King Jr., and performed on stages around the world.

An actress, singer and dancer in the 1950s and 1960s, she broke through as an author in 1969 with “I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings,” which became standard (and occasionally censored) reading, and was the first of a multipart autobiography that continued through the decades. In 1993, she was a sensation reading her cautiously hopeful “On the Pulse of the Morning” at President Bill Clinton’s first inauguration. Her confident performance openly delighted Clinton and made the poem a best-seller, if not a critical favorite.

FOR COMPLETE ARTICLE GO TO THIS LINK ON HUFFPOST

The Following Video is Maya Angelou speaking for herself.

Here, I Give You, Maya Angelou

Maya Angelou [Director's Cut] – Cole Haan

Private Moments #56: Heart Locked Away

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Private Moments #56: Heart Locked Away
Poem by Jennifer Kiley
Painting by Jk McCormack
Post Created 1st April 2014
Posted On Monday 7th April 2014
PRIVATE MOMENTS INSIDE PAINTINGS & POETRY

Private Writings: Chapter #56 — I’ve Had To Lock My Love Away

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Temptations to Wonderland (c) Jkm 2008

“For that fine madness still he did retain,
Which rightly should possess a poet’s brain.”
~Michael Drayton~
(1563-1631)

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Heart Locked Away
Poem by Madison Taylor
30th September 2008

Heart locked away
In a dark hidden room
Few knew the entrance
Words protected its opening

Long ago ages upon a time
A tale of amazement was unfolding
Riches were stored away protected
Untouched wrongly unraveled through temptation

Possessing objects not your own
In sight of vision but securely protected
Without the owners permission
It is certain torture for the outrage

A definite sentence of death to follow
For the one who lusted perversely
Upon the head of the prisoner
Both shall die beheadings at dawn

Insane tales end badly

© Madison Taylor 2008

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Maze

garden waterfall private gazebo overgrown 4pmip&p “Doorway to a Place of Enchantment”

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“Creating is having the courage
to allow the seer into the private
moments of our imaginative lives.”
— JkM the secret keeper
aka Jennifer Kiley McCormack

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The 4 stories we tell ourselves about death

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The 4 stories we tell ourselves about death
TED Talk: Steve Cave
Notations by Jennifer Kiley
Created 6th January 2014
Posted On Thursday 27th February 2014
TELL ME A STORY

The 4 stories we tell ourselves about death

One day we realize we will die.

Bias: Where we get things wrong.

4 stories of Immortality:

Story 1: ELIXIR – [Myth of the Fountain of Youth] We want to avoid death. Science can cure death.

Story 2: RESURRECTION – I am this body. I can rise up & live again. [Reincarnation] Cryonics is having yourself frozen.

Story 3: SOUL – Leave body behind. Live on as a Soul.

Story 4: LEGACY – Live on through your work. Live on through your echo fame.

Be skeptical of all these stories we believe because we are biased. Because we are afraid pf death. Fear of death is natural but not rational. Too scary to believe we will be gone.

Quote from Ludwig Wittgenstein: “Death is not an event in life. We do not live to experience death.”

Our lives are bound by birth and death.

You just make it a good story – your life.

Private Writings: Chapter #41 — The Killing

private writings to a psychoanalyst (c) Jk 2013

Private Writings: Chapter #41 — The Killing

Written by Jennifer Kiley
Illustrated by j. kiley
Introduction & Chapter #1
Published on March 19th 2013
Published Early Tuesday AM
Posted On Tuesday 31st December 2013

WARNING: ADULT LANGUAGE AND CONTENT.

NOT SUITABLE FOR CHILDREN.
ALL CHARACTERS ARE FICTITIOUS.

ANYONE RESEMBLING ANYONE LIVING OR DEAD
IS PURELY COINCIDENTAL.

Crypticistic Synopsis:

private writings to dr. annie haskell,
psychoanalyst extraordinaire,
storytelling using letters, dreams, thoughts, poems, images,
music, art, scripts, psychotherapy, psychoanalysis,
inspirations, reflective comments, inner/outer workings
mind, soul, body, emotions, bipolar, mentally creative, interesting,
brain misfiring; abuse, crashes, near drownings,
hallucinations, heightened sexuality, time warps,
finding answers, unsolved mysteries, infatuations,
imagination, fantasy, discover self, soul, eternal serenity, bliss

see you down the rabbit hole.
namaste! madison taylor

It’s the Way You Love Me

Private Writings: Chapter #41 — The Killing

Tuesday 24th June 2008

Dear Annie,

One of our animals died. Molly, my horse, at least the one I always ride. She lived 34 years. It was a week of joy and flips over to death from being way too old to be alive. What makes the best age to die? If life gets out of control. You feel you have no future. Those who earn from you, aren’t earning. What is the solution to this problem? Who earns more, a live Picasso, or a dead John Lennon?

Why do those we let in, who we get close to, have to die? Which means another abandonment. I am so much closer to animals. Scottie called one of our exotic companion animals a human. At first, I thought I heard wrong. Just think deeply. They are human. Animals are. I’m sure the Christian Right would balk at being put on the same level of animals. Their feeling of being in the highest order is a birthright. A convincing argument for their feeling of superiority. Everyone else should starve to death.

Not my belief. Animals are righteous. The higher level belongs to them. They don’t work for a living, they just live. No reporting to a 9 to 5. No boss. Yes, there is a hierarchy with animals but so different than how people have fucked over who we are and how we live. It’s a hierarchy of a few who own the controlling interest of the world. Then there are the slaves, bearly making it from day to day.

It feels strange to lose someone. Molly has been in my life for over half the time I’ve been alive. I’ve known her since I witnessed her birth. In the heat of a late summer’s night. Now she is gone. I don’t do loss very well. And right now, I want to feel great having Alison back.

She got right into the business. Scottie took her to our studio today. Editing on “Touched by the Spirit” needs attention. Alison is “jumping right into the deep end.” Who came up with that line? It tends to get you drowned. I, literally, did it once, and pretty nearly didn’t survive. It is a haunting. Someone wants me to die inhaling water rather than air. No last breath of that to go out on. Hope it is not an Omen. Don’t want to die that way.

Do I have a particular way I would like to go out taking my last bow? First, I would like to be healthy the rest of my life. Second, I want to create till the very end, my mind would be quick, witty and sharp. Third, I want to drift off inside the best dream ever and drift away forever inside my dream. Everyone I love would be there or join me there. An after-life filled with all the ultimate pleasures surrounded by love and bliss.

Death is all around me. My senses are always connecting close to the edge of time and infinity. We may close off the reception but it is there waiting to break through into my consciousness.

It feels good to have our family together. Alison fits perfectly. No jealousy. Pure love, respect and caring all around us. I think it makes a difference Alison having her own home on the estate. The Chateau de Rocher is always her home but she needs her own home, where she can build her life. We made a pack to always eat dinners together when the film allows it or if any one of us has an important private engagement. We, Scottie and I, want Alison to have a personal life.

Curious, we never discussed with Alison what her inclination with intimacy and where her crushing love swings. She has never shown a personal interest in either sex or transgender individuals. She doesn’t seem interested in or notices others who might be attracted to her. Never gave time to romantic closeness. Should we be concerned?

Not everyone is interested in sexual intimacy or relationships with a romantic undercurrent. She rejects any possibilities of engaging with anyone. No reason to be concerned. Alison never talked or wrote about anyone special. She had friends but nothing ever went beyond the closeness of a friendship.

Are we good parents to not get into a discussion with Alison? She may not know how to talk to anyone about closeness of an intimate nature. I feel for her. Not my strongest ability growing up with my morally corrupt family. I didn’t know I needed someone to talk to me. Not something I did growing up, talking. Strictly quiet unless I lost it and began crying.

When that happened, all scattered, abandoning me with the Shadow Mother. A Bogeyman of the scariest kind. They hide in the shadows under your bed or in the closet while the light is switched off, only came out at night. Daytime, they would transform from shadows, entering into people who accepted their terms. Anything goes, and not of the musical kind.

My mother was one of those, who made the deal. She became possessed by evil. Her punishment was calculating and torturous. A former member of the Spanish Inquisition. One of the Torturers. She especially liked hot burning items, silk scarves to bide hands and silencing any noise coming from my mouth, and devices for striking the flesh. Often whips of various lengths and bites. Right out of the cupboards of the Marquis de Sade. Sadistic and Masochistic. With the Shadow Mother there were no safe words. I am not so sure if the Marquis de Sade had them either.

The Shadow Mother has been dismissed. Will that stop her hauntings? Sometimes it’s important to out your daemons, in order to steal their power away. What happens then? I certainly don’t want it. No desire to be evil. I just want to feel. Let it be joy but tears are a form of bliss. Laughter through tears, the deepest feelings are evoked. Let sadness in. It isn’t meant to be rejected. Depression will secure a space if the truth of emotions are not allowed freedom of expression.

Some law should be carved into the Constitution: Freedom of Emotions, but unlike guns, no one is allowed to do harm.

It has been an elevator ride this week with moods. Manic, excited, happy our girl is home. Exhausted with sadness, our Molly is gone. It was too sudden. Death should be required to give fair notice. Not with misery but with time to prepare. And no, one should not prepare for death the moment we are born. “No one expects the Spanish Inquisition.” I suppose death feels the same.

Let’s switch to optimism and an endless supply of time.

It’s time for “Brief Sacrifice” and my favorite closing line.

“Time can be folded and joined with all elements in all places as the one ultimate moment when time is all at once. In this place everything happens on a continual loop following into a continuum of time forever into infinity. In the “Silver Box,” there is contained the ability to draw time into itself and create the perfect infinite moment.”

For you, I will end this letter in “the moment between seconds.”

Love Fondly,

Madison

@-;—

© madison taylor 2008

Energy --- Artist & Founder Julia Watkins [Energism Art]

Energy — Artist & Founder Julia Watkins [Energism Art]


Somewhere In Time – John Barry

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Pure Ecstasy
By Madison Taylor
24th June 2008

Become
That which lives within
We are free

Being
The spirit alive
In our nature
Fighting the darkness

Entrance
Into the world
Through accidental
Analytical intention

Mysticism
Pours forth
Ideas words thoughts images
Carrying projections
Floating inside imagination

Consciousness
Kept protected and hidden
Now is free

Acceptance
Enthusiastic
Cautious
Anticipating
Thrilling

Beyond
Overwhelmingly good
Creating a heightened state
Of pure ecstasy

© madison taylor 2008

Cirque Foncé by jkmccormack (c) JkM 2007

Cirque Foncé by jkmccormack (c) jKm 2007

“A Dream
The beginning always starts out
With a dream.
It is all a dream

In our own nightmares”
— Madison Taylor

Le Chateau de Rocher

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“Pretending is not just play.
Pretending is imagined possibilities.”
— Meryl Streep

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Last Night I Dreamt of Manderley

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Last Night I Dreamt of Manderley
Tribute to Joan Fontaine
Written by Jennifer Kiley
Created on Thursday 19th December 2013
Posted on Friday 20th December 2013
FILM FRIDAY

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The deaths, last weekend, of Peter O’Toole and Joan Fontaine reminded me of star royalty. Fontaine had drifted away. I kept checking to make sure she was alive. But now, I know she is no longer with us. Her sister, and rival is still here. One year older and on the other side of the ocean, that is how Joan Fontaine had acted since she won an Oscar in the same year they both were nominated. Olivia de Haviland just wanted to congratulate her but for whatever reason, Joan Fontaine wanted none of it. That was where the line was drawn.

I continue to watch her films today, she made many brilliant ones. My favorite is “Rebecca” and yes, there is the housekeeper Mrs. Danvers. The other is Hitchcock’s “Suspicion,” where her character feels that her husband [Cary Grant] is trying to kill her. The audience isn’t any better at knowing the truth than her character. We find what she knows or thinks she knows, convinces us maybe she is right. I love both sisters. They gave us great characters to love. Olivia de Haviland’s favorite of mine is Melanie in “Gone With the Wind.” She is probably the sweetest character who ever existed in films.

Families all have their problems and some just do not get along or want anything to do with the other member, no matter what. In this case, Joan Fontaine took to the grave the absence of her sister from her life. It wasn’t a Hollywood pretend distance. It was made by something only Joan or Olivia know for sure. And now only Olivia holds the truth of it.

But I found out something today, rummaging around, Joan Fontaine, in her own words, when asked the question, what caused the broken connection between you and your sister. Joan Fontaine’s answer was extensive & will post the interview tape for those who want to hear it first hand. First, when they were children, Olivia showed absolutely no warmth toward Joan at all. There was the mystery of a broken collar bone. Joan said she assumed it was an accident. But even that wasn’t the worst part. When they were adults, Joan Fontaine had prepared her 80 year old mother for death. Along comes Olivia wanting the doctors to cut open their mother, to probe inside her to see if they can fix her. Joan told her sister she would have none of that. She wouldn’t consent. Well, Joan had some commitments to take care of. When there mother died, Olivia sent Joan a telegram to inform her of their mother’s death without finding out where she was. She received the telegram two weeks after her mother died. To Joan, this was unforgivable. Olivia knew how to find her. After listening to Joan Fontaine speak of this, it makes me wonder who lies behind that sweet face of Melonie from “Gone With the Wind.” Remember Olivia de Haviland is 97, one year older than Joan Fontaine and still very much alive, living in Paris, France. Joan Fontaine lived in LA, California.

I have pulled together a treat of videos to watch, I felt these were the best. Some are funny, others are tributes & you may need something to blot your eyes. One is her screen test for Hitchcock’s “Rebecca.” She is brilliant just reading for the role. The assortment is a walk down the road with someone I find to be one of the Great Actresses we will never see again in anyone new coming up. Joan Fontaine made a statement on one of the tapes which I will paraphrase. She didn’t feel those in the film industry were making films to make anyone special any longer. If you look around at what we call celebrity today, I believe she has something in what she says. No one is really special. Someone may stand out for a brief moment in between the next film or TV show we watch. But it doesn’t feel that anyone stays with us, not the way that Greta Garbo, Humphrey Bogart, Cary Grant, Elizabeth Taylor, Katherine Hepburn, Jimmy Stewart, just to name a few, have done. And now we can add to this list Peter O’Toole and Joan Fontaine, to those who were special and will remain special. They made films that make them last into immortality.

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Enjoy the videos I found. Watch whatever strikes you. There are some great shots of Joan Fontaine. Tribute made by fans. Love springs out from most everyone. There is even a great and fun interview segment from the Mike Douglas Talk Show from long ago, Joan Fontaine is a guest host and the guest who is called out is “Tony Perkins,” none other than Norman Bates from the Hitchcock film “Psycho.” He is a delight. The interview is joyful and it gives the viewer a wonderful glimpse into Joan Fontaine and Anthony Perkins, who, also, is no longer with us. He is a gem the world lost to young. The two did “Tea and Sympathy” together on Broadway.

I will leave you to enjoy. I did this to honor a truly Great Actress I have loved since I was very young.

RIP Joan Fontaine. Remember You Are One of the Greats Forever!!!

Joan Fontaine’s Screen test for Rebecca

Trailer – Rebecca [Hitchcock] – Joan Fontaine

Joan Fontaine – Trailer for Jane Eyre

Joan Fontaine – Suspicion Trailer

Joan Fontaine – Tribute

Trailer – Letter from an Unknown Woman

Joan Fontaine – Tribute to a Beautiful Lady

RIP Joan Fontaine – Tribute

Tribute [en Francais] Letter to an Unknown Woman[Joan Fontaine & Louis Jourdan]

Retro Bites: Joan Fontaine – Sisters [Answers Questions Re: Feud with Olivia de Haviland & more]

Retro Bites: Joan Fontaine on Suspicion

Joan Fontaine & Tony Perkins on Mike Douglas Show [1967]

Joan [de Beauvois de Haviland] Fontaine

Movie Legends – Joan Fontaine

The video that follows below, is a silly one. I thought anyone with a sense of humor, and love “Rebecca” as many of us do, will appreciate this outrageous interpretation of it. Steve Hayes did this while Joan Fontaine was alive. There is no disrespect intended but more to celebrate the life of a Great Movie Star of the Highest Caliber by making light of, what I think, was her Greatest Role Ever and the Film for which she should have won the Oscar. She did win for another Hitchcock, which was made following “Rebecca” and that was the brilliantly made “Suspicion.” Joan Fontaine said that two endings were made and put before a test audience. And of course, the American type ending won. Now if you can let go of the protocol of being proper at a time when someone dies, you should definitely see this video. If you don’t feel this is appropriate, then give it a pass.

One last tidbit about “Rebecca,” Lawrence Olivier was ticked off Vivien Leigh, who did a screen test with Olivier, her husband, but, obviously, did not get the part, so he treated Joan Fontaine miserably. Now, Hitchcock being the director, you would think he would step in and correct the situation. Nope. Instead, he told Olivier to keep treating her badly. The rest of the cast received the same instructions. Hitchcock felt it would make for a better performance, having Joan Fontaine thrown off kilter and made to feel insecure and unsure of herself.

Now on with the crazy review of “Rebecca.”

STEVE HAYES: Tired Old Queen at the Movies – REBECCA

Forever Young

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Forever Young
Sung By Alphaville
Tribute For James Dean & John Lennon
Created by Jk the secret keeper
Post Created on Sunday 8th December 2013
Posted On Saturday 14th December 2013

POETRY OUT LOUD

Forever Young – Alphaville – Tribute to James Dean & John Lennon

“Boy, if I had one day when
I didn’t have to be all
confused and didn’t have
to feel that I was ashamed
of anything, if I felt that
I belonged someplace.”
— James Dean

Forever Young
Sung by Alphaville
Songwriters: Marian Gold.
Frank Martens. Bernhard Lloyd.

Let’s dance in style, lets dance for a while
Heaven can wait we’re only watching the skies
Hoping for the best but expecting the worst
Are you going to drop the bomb or not?
Let us die young or let us live forever
We don’t have the power but we never say never
Sitting in a sandpit, life is a short trip
The music’s for the sad men
Can you imagine when this race is won
Turn our golden faces into the sun
Praising our leaders we’re getting in tune
The music’s played by the madman

Forever young, i want to be forever young
Do you really want to live forever, forever forever
Forever young, i want to be forever young
Do you really want to live forever
Forever young

Some are like water, some are like the heat
Some are a melody and some are the beat
Sooner or later they all will be gone
Why don’t they stay young
It’s so hard to get old without a cause
I don’t want to perish like a fading horse
Youth is like diamonds in the sun
And diamonds are forever
So many adventures couldn’t happen today
So many songs we forgot to play
So many dreams are swinging out of the blue
We let them come true

Forever young, i want to be forever young
Do you really want to live forever, forever forever
Forever young, i want to be forever young
Do you really want to live forever forever forever
Forever young, i want to be forever young
Do you really want to live forever, forever forever
Forever young, i want to be forever

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John Lennon 1960s Psychedelic Art

Private Writings: Chapter #36 — Thunder Shower on the Seine

private writings to a psychoanalyst (c) Jk 2013

Private Writings: Chapter #36 — Thunder Shower on the Seine
Written by Jennifer Kiley
Illustrated by j. kiley
Introduction & Chapter #1
Published on March 19th 2013
Published Early Tuesday AM
Posted 26th November 2013

WARNING: ADULT LANGUAGE AND CONTENT.
NOT SUITABLE FOR CHILDREN.
ALL CHARACTERS ARE FICTITIOUS.
ANYONE RESEMBLING ANYONE LIVING OR DEAD
IS PURELY COINCIDENTAL.

Crypticistic Synopsis:

private writings to dr. annie haskell, psychoanalyst extraordinaire,
my choice in form of storytelling is using letters with dreams, thoughts, poems, images,
music, art, describing my scripts, recent one ‘brief sacrifice,’ film is waiting for release,
psychotherapy, psychoanalysis, inspirations, reflective comments, the inner & outer workings
of the mind, soul, body, emotions, and bipolar—prefer mentally creative, or interesting,
or a brain misfiring; in the mix are abuse, crashes, near drownings, illegal drugs presently,
hallucinations, hypersexuality, time warps, finding answers to unsolved mysteries, infatuations,
imagination, fantasy, the never ending need to discover my self, my soul, my eternal serenity, my bliss
see you down the rabbit hole.
namaste! madison taylor

Private Writings: Chapter #36 — Thunder Shower on the Seine

Tuesday, 20th May 2008

Dear Annie,

I must open this letter with how in shock I am regarding your news relating to the possible question of murder results in Angela’s [Angie's] sudden & mysterious death. The M.E. Office reports the cause of her demise is from poisonous mushrooms. In their investigation, the detectives discovered Angela belonged to the Culinary Group ‘Epicurean’s Exotica.’ One of two of their favorite adventures were to seek out & claim discovery of exotic mushrooms.

The second was to have these obscene Culinary Events, where in, the price is an elevated $250,000 a plate, the Epicurean’s Exotica would host, this evening’s event in a specially announced secret location. Those who attend, receive an encrypted text to let them know the location for  “The Epicurean Delight.” The entree is always a surprise. This evening it is a freshly killed animal from the endangered species list, captured by members of the Culinary Group ‘Epicurean Exotica.’ In the middle of this, their quarterly secret  & illegal presentation, was the night Angela suddenly died. The prized species, on this evening, was the animal, most people thought was a direct descendant of the unicorn, the Oryx.

The killing of the Oryx, is a disturbing devastation for all Animal Rights Groups & supporters, the top of which is PETA [People for Ethical Treatment of Animals], who have a secret mole who makes them aware of the animal & the location. That evening it was being held near the San Diego Zoo. Ah, the irony, in a converted warehouse with modern chandeliers & lovely tables covered with exotic flowers as centerpieces. All the elegance the super-wealthy have developed a refined taste for throughout their pampered lives. So pampered, it is nothing to them they are going to be the cause of bringing so close to elimination from the earth, a most majestic creature as the Oryx. They have no shame or decency, just pure dilettante attitudes, feeling it is their right to destroy what doesn’t have a place in their oh, so grand world of order & no reminder of the nature of the environment that surrounds them.

PETA has been after the secret organization for years, but they always evaded capture & arrest, having the best law firms & most importantly, never getting caught with any evidence, just grossly satisfied patrons of their obscene practices.

After Angela died, the authorities were bought in to investigate. Now that Angela’s group, ‘Epicurean’s Exotica,’ has been named, a shift has been created in the case. Dr. George’s guilt or innocence has been brought into perspective. The judge has revisited his involvement & his incarceration in a locked ward of Bellevue of NYC, where he had been secretly transferred a short while ago. Why Bellevue, that is so outside the jurisdiction? You told me his wife has family in the city. Since the duration of his time incarcerated had yet to be established, it seem only a kind gesture from the court.

I think I am delighted to be in France & not in the middle of the USA controversy. Some of the press has found me, looking for notoriety. Avoidance has been my best way to cope, plus I have had make-up create some great disguises. I don’t wast to be connected with any side of the mess, except I would make a statement regarding Angela’s total disregard for animals not human & include it on her list of possessing a dead soulless body & her inhumanity just precedes her sudden departure from this world being a good thing. But after consideration, saying that would place me within her over populated part of the dark side of the human species.

Give me Light with a Touch of Fire & Artistic Temperament any day, PLEASE, over being totally possessed/obsessed with practicing way too cleverly the crass art of darkness & evil as your soul-less life’s purpose. Give them a wide berth from all whom I love & myself, at all times, day or night. Cover us in Love, Hope, Joy, & Bliss as our Protection.

Onto Jonathan, my best Gay & Male Friend, WE MET FINALLY. It was at Versailles, the Tuileries Garden. Jonathan made all the arrangement for a catered feast for a High Afternoon Tea, even though we were in Paris.

We hugged & placed our selves down upon the colorful pillows carefully placed on a well designed blanket of a splendid shade of blue, one of my favorites, with a print of my most loved of Jonathan Stephens’ paintings. He arranged this all for us & made it all absolutely perfect. Tea was served with tasty cucumber & creamed cheese sandwiches, caviar & Bremer Crackers, & Brie with the softness of almost melted.

After the Tea was taken away, in came the signature favorites of almost all special treats in a good afternoon. Dom Perignon served in flute glasses & perfectly ripened strawberries with stems & already dipped in the finest Swiss Milk Chocolate. Jonathan treated me like a lover as he served me by his fingertips with all the lovely delicacies.

To highlight the thrilling enjoyment our special feast, a musical pleasure was given by a cellist playing my favorite of Yo-Yo Ma, though never quite the manner in which Yo-Yo Ma would would play them. She was unique. I am certain this young woman’s idol would respect her quality of soul & presentation. She was a delight to hear. So beautiful her sound & features & pure her soul for music.

Our time was filled with talking & listening to the others stories. He was already filled up with Hunter Marx, I thought he should tell me more on the developments with Jamie Baxter, his mate, 25 yrs, to Jonathan, he is the one. He is the male lead in “Touched by the Spirits,” playing the role of Thomas Maxwell opposite Hunter.

Jonathan gives me some background on his new mate & how he feels about him. Jonathan is in love. It feels real not a moment of excitement, a 3 month turn-on, but the depth of e.e. cummings kind of poetic love.

‘i carry your heart’ by e.e. cummings

i carry your heart with me (i carry it in
my heart) i am never without it (anywhere
i go you go, my dear; and whatever is done
by only me is your doing, my darling)

i fear no fate (for you are my fate, my sweet) i want
no world (for beautiful you are my world, my true)
and it’s you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you

here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows

higher than soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that’s keeping the stars apart

i carry your heart (i carry it in my heart)

Jonathan tells me, he is in love & it really feels exceptional. His lover is no longer what he refers to as his Boy-Toy. There is much more depth of being inside of him. His sensitivity makes Jonathan tear up when he is speaking to me. Jonathan’s never once in a visual chat ever did I see a tear. He has deep feelings but rushes through sentiment quickly, so not to reveal his needs & wanting desires.

I am not use to the emotions of men. Don’t trust the male sex. Jonathan isn’t like any person I’ve met. As a man, he was created by Cupid & Psyche from the purity of love. His sensitivity exceeds that of many I have thought sensitive. I am not being egotistical but we are on a similar level of loving & living from out of our innocence & sensitive natures. I love Jonathan as a spiritual equivalent.

We joke with the other but we know our similarities are that of pairs meeting again after knowing the other through many past lives & pulled apart from the other. Always sharing a spiritual divination & that of switching sexes interchangeably being a male one time to being female in the next life. But always finding the other through all the possible serendipities. We are mates of a whole different order.

At one point, I ask Jonathan if he would enjoy hearing what my nemesis & his love were doing mating in my new film script? Jonathan was overwhelmingly enthusiastic. Anything pertaining to his ‘soul mate’ pleased him in an altogether thrilling manner.

So, on with the tale of “Touched by the Spirits,” written by Madison Taylor. Directed by Scottie Andrews. Production Co. “Infinite Imaginations, Inc.” Starring Hunter Marx in the role of Kristi Harrison & Jamie Maxwell in the role of Thomas Baxter.

The film opens at a party. The two lead characters start out drunk when they first meet. “Touched by the Spirit” is a comedy with ghosts of the playful kind Thomas & Kristi fall into some sort of intimate relationship & end up both possibly manifesting as ghosts.

In human form alive they are involved with two people who in real life find themselves attracted to their now ghost mates’ partners, who are still alive & in pain. Turning to the other after the joint funeral, their partners died in a single engine plane crash with 3 passengers, the only survivor being the pilot. He bears witness to his passengers love affair.

As the survivor tells his story, time morphs back into watching how everything evolves as Thomas & Kristina start falling in love & decide to go away together for a week, some time passing after their first drunken encounter. The location they both decide upon is Paris. They hire a pilot to fly them around the outer rim of the city. They weren’t allowed to fly too close to Paris, illegal b/c of terrorism & danger of all sorts.

On one of those many flights, they decide to leave the parameters of Paris to head toward the English Channel. As they fly over the Channel, they unknowingly head into a fast moving, spontaneous & unsuspecting thunderstorm. Their plane is struck by lightning & crash lands. Radio is out so radio silence cuts them off from the world at the end. All were thought dead, but one survived, just not found as of yet.

The survivor found them self washed ashore on the Channel island of Alderney. A small section of the island appeared abandoned, rough & deserted, no sight of civilization. But the pilot, Pierre, was always diligent regarding the filing of flight plans. Even so, the survivor isn’t rescued right away. While they wait, here comes on the haunting by two ghosts who have no idea they are dead. All they know is the survivor can’t hear them, so they think the survivor was, in actuality, the ghost & they were still alive. A huge confusion sets in & hilarity ensues.

I asked Jonathan what he thought, I will save his response & now I put it to you. Do you think my script has got it? To me it feels like real love is touched in this film. It may have Hunter to handle but I want this to work for Scottie & me. This is my Anniversary gift to Scottie, a brilliant artist & film maker, who knows how to draw out the soul & life of a film. My characters, she develops from my scripts, have such depth, in either comedy or drama. Even in this comedy, there is just the perfect amount of drama. It touches a person’s pain just enough that the laughter is set off. All in fun, but still the serious side that comedy hides so delicately touches when we look away in our out loud laughs being released.

I loved how you described to me what happened on the bed with Scottie. When I touched her & felt electrocuted by lightning, it felt all wrong. You saw what my abusers did in their torturing me. How, after I buried them, I am still able to see them & feel what they all did. A pain shocks me with fear, a nightmare blinds me with its symbols of power distorted. It’s as if time takes me there & resurrects the torture, the burning of my flesh with agony of tearing & bleeding.

Being raped too many times, & seeing it is not enough for me to qualify for forgiveness by the bullies in society. They never understand the damage inflicted by them on the innocent victims. They see an opportunity & the knife is stuck through my ribs to draw out my breath. They watch as I attempt my last moment of fear, to see if their blow has taken me out this time. So they can feel victorious. They landed their final blow, at last. Otherwise, why continue performing their rituals of destruction & power.

Why won’t they seek out their redemption & forgiveness. As Christ would say, “Go out & sin no more.” Is that statement so hard to hear by the believer & non-believer alike. Why does anyone intentionally hurt someone? What satisfaction is there to receive but establishing the depth of their true cruelty.

I have to stop. I will leave you with my familiar line from, “Brief Sacrifices.” But before I do, I want you to know I am going to write for you a love poem. The kind meant for those I love in the way of Pure Love. No sexual complications involved. It will be for you Annie & all those wonderful people I know & love so deeply. This is for those I have loved & will continue to love throughout all my life times.

“Time can be folded and joined with all elements in all places as the one ultimate moment when time is all at once. In this place everything happens on a continual loop following into a continuum of time forever into infinity. In the “Silver Box,” there is contained the ability to draw time into itself and create the perfect infinite moment.”

“The moment between seconds.”

For you, I will end this letter in “the moment between seconds.”

Love Fondly,
Madison
@>-;—

© madison taylor 2008

writing-laptop_work-food-wineLaptop in USA Where Annie has Sessions with Madison 

Somewhere In Time – John Barry

blue flowersPhotographer (c) uthamz.wordpress.com [a tribute]

rain in garden gif

“All Whom I Love”
By Madison Taylor 20th May 2008
Dedicated to “Annie”
Through All Our Life Times

All whom I love
Through all life times
Such depth of dreaming
A dream of truth
Filled with being
Overflowing with presence

Knowing we touched before
Holding hands and hugs
Intertwined as a pebble
Joins ripples to waves
Washing time away
In echoes of the past

Time passes
In repeat formation
Likening to history
A solid foundation
Changes occurring
New dances formulation

Our bodies locked
Together in hugs warm
In cold of windy days
Covering the air
Snowflakes falling
Forming flowers

Approaching days
Springs revelations
Colors are treating
Vision to gazes
Of treasures
All need for creation

Teaching newness
Arriving in time
Drawing an awakening
Love in streams traveling
Renewing our places
In continuing time

© madison taylor 2008

Mothernature - Artist Katrin Fridricks

Mothernature – Artist Katrin Fridricks

“A Dream
The beginning always starts out
With a dream.
It is all a dream
In our own nightmares”
— Madison Taylor

outside the louvre paris

paris  Louvre et Tuileries

paris foreground garden Palace of Versailles

Blue green yellow Abstract Blanket

Blue green yellow Abstract Blanket

paris balconies

Paris Carousel & Eiffel Tower

jonathan stephens imaginary framedJonathan Stephens is Madison Taylor’s friend in Paris, France. 1st time meeting. Skype.

actresses-with-long-hair-hairstyle frenchHunter Marx [taken 7 years ago in 2001 the year Hunter & Madison met]
play is not just play meryl streep

Best Film Ever #9: Cat on a Hot Tin Roof

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Best Film Ever #9: Cat on a Hot Tin Roof
Film Review by Don Kaye [Rotten Tomatoes]
Post Create by Jk the secret keeper
Illustrated by j. kiley
Post Created on Thursday 7th November 2013
Posted On Friday 8th November 2013
FILM FRIDAY

5 stars

dedicated to roger ebert film friday

Cat on a Hot Tin Roof (1958) elizabeth in gold bed

Cat on a Hot Tin Roof
Adapted from Tennessee Williams Play

This dynamic and commanding adaptation of Tennessee Williams’ Pulitzer Prize-winning play focuses on a troubled Southern family and the discord over their dying father’s millions.

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Wealthy plantation owner Big Daddy Pollitt (Burl Ives), celebrating his 65th birthday, is visited by his sons, Brick (Paul Newman) and Gooper (Jack Carson).

cat paul & elizabeth in slip & robe

He has cancer, but a doctor has deliberately and falsely declared it in remission. Seemingly perfect son Gooper and his wife, Mae (Madeleine Sherwood), have several children and are anxiously expecting to inherit Daddy’s millions.

cat elizabeth yelling at paul

By contrast, Big Daddy’s “favorite,” Brick, is a has-been football star who’s taken to drinking his days away since the suicide of his “best friend” a year earlier.

Archives: Elizabeth Taylor in United States on April 04th, 1998.

He resents his wife, Maggie (Elizabeth Taylor), because he believes that she had an affair with his deceased friend. As a result, he refuses to sleep with her, although she remains devoted to him.

cat paul w glass in hand sitting on floor

Since Brick and Maggie have failed to produce any grandchildren, Big Daddy is inclined to leave his estate to Gooper, but Maggie attempts to prevent that by telling him that she is pregnant.

Cat on a Hot Tine Roof [Elizabeth Taylor & Paul Newman talking]

Big Daddy knows better, yet he recognizes that Maggie loves Brick so much that she would be willing to do anything for him.

CatTinRoof_paul w glass elizabeth talking

Although Brick is self-destructive and resentful, unable to come to terms with his losses, it takes Big Daddy’s recognition of his own mortality to make Brick change his perspective.

NewmanCatOnTinRoof taylor b&w

Brick’s struggle with his sexual identity, and the nature of his relationship with his “friend,” had to be toned down for mass consumption, although this intelligently written and acted film covers such topics as infertility, adultery, and alcoholism that were still considered taboo in the 1950s.

paul & elizabeth closeup

Newman brings depth and feeling to the role as Brick, while Taylor succeeds brilliantly in portraying Maggie as a passionate and understanding woman despite her own real-life emotional turmoil over the death of her husband, at the time, producer Mike Todd. [He died in a plane crash. Elizabeth Taylor was devastated. note by Jk.]

cat-on-a-hot-tin-roof paul newman

Camille Paglia wrote on Elizabeth Taylor

“She wields the sexual power that feminism cannot explain and has tried to destroy. Through stars like Taylor, we sense the world-disordering impact of legendary women like Delilah, Salome, and Helen of Troy. Feminism has tried to dismiss the femme fatale as a misogynist libel, a hoary cliche. But the femme fatale expresses women’s ancient and eternal control of the sexual realm.

cat-on-a-hot-tin-roof-burl-ives-elizabeth-taylor-paul-newman-1958 big daddy

Exactly. At that time, you have to realize, Elizabeth Taylor was still being underestimated as an actress. No one took her seriously — she would even make jokes about it in public. And when I wrote that piece, Meryl Streep was constantly being touted as the greatest actress who ever lived. I was in total revolt against that and launched this protest because I think that Elizabeth Taylor is actually a greater actress than Meryl Streep [I love Meryl Streep but I must agree, I love Elizabeth Taylor and she is a magnificent Actress], despite Streep’s command of a certain kind of technical skill.

cat-on-a-hot-tin-roof-paul bg & elizabeth fg

To me, Elizabeth Taylor’s importance as an actress was that she represented a kind of womanliness that is now completely impossible to find on the U.S. or U.K. screen. It was rooted in hormonal reality — the vitality of nature. She was single-handedly a living rebuke to postmodernism and post-structuralism, which maintain that gender is merely a social construct. Let me give you an example. Lisa Cholodenko’s “The Kids Are All Right” is a truly wonderful film, but Julianne Moore and Annette Bening — who is fabulous in it and should have won the Oscar for her portrayal of a prototypical contemporary American career woman — were painfully scrawny to look at on the screen. This is the standard starvation look that is now projected by Hollywood women stars — a skeletal, Pilates-honed, anorexic silhouette, which has nothing to do with females as most of the world understands them. There’s something almost android about the depictions of women currently being projected by Hollywood.

cat-on-a-hot-tin-roof-paul w elizabeth behind him 1958

Elizabeth Taylor has been a colossal pagan goddess…my sensibility as a culture critic and as a feminist was deeply formed by her. In the U.S. in the 1950s, blondes were the ultimate Aryan ideal…And then there was Elizabeth Taylor with that gorgeous, brunette, ethnic look. She looked Jewish, Italian, Spanish, even Moorish! She was truly transcultural — it was a radical resistance to the dominance of the blond sorority queens and cheerleaders. And then her open sexuality in that puritanical period! It was so daring…

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There was a long feminist attack on the Hollywood sex symbol as a sex object, a commodified thing, passive to the male gaze, and it’s such a crock! …There’s that incredible moment in the bar [Elizabeth Taylor in the film "Butterfield 8] where she’s wearing a svelte black dress and she and Laurence Harvey are fighting. He grabs her by the arm, and she grinds her stiletto heel into his elegant shoe. It’s male vs. female — a ferocious equal match. He’s strong, but she’s strong too! That scene shows the power and intensity of heterosexuality, with all its tensions and conflicts. It also shows how terrible current Hollywood filmmaking is — how false and manufactured sex has become. There’s no real eroticism anymore.

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Taylor’s acting has been resurrected by Turner Classic Movies, which is exposing new generations to her films, minus the off-screen publicity — scandals, illnesses, tragedies and melodramas — that accompanied her for her entire life.

…if you want to see what the Taylor legend is really about, some of my favorites are: “A Place in the Sun” (George Stevens, 1951), “Cat on a Hot Tin Roof” (Richard Brooks, 1958), “Suddenly, Last Summer” (Joseph L. Mankiewicz, 1959), “Who’s Afraid of Virginia Woolf?” (Mike Nichols, 1960 — for which Taylor won her second Oscar for best actress) — all but the first of which, oddly, are based on stage plays. — Modified by Jennifer Kiley

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Cat on a Hot Tine Roof Trailer [1958]

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