Sunday, January 31, 2010

Where Have All the Brunettes Gone?

January 31, 1937 - January 19, 2008

January 31, 1929 - January 22, 2010

Say What?

Congratulations, Carol Channing! You're not dead yet!

"Are you shhh-ure?"

Well, Miss Channing, if you can survive Skidoo, you're probably damn near indestructible.


We couldn't have said it better ourselves.
So, besides getting down and funky, what will you do to celebrate?

"Oh! Well, firssshht, I'm going to pick out hatshh with my dear friend, Halshhton!"

"Then, I'm going to take a roll with that marveloush Shteeve Reevesh!
He looksh sho darling in his shandalsh!"

"Then I'll trade shome fashion tipsh with my fansh! The gaysh are sho good at that!"

We think that's just swell, Miss Channing. Anything else you'd like to say?


January 31, 1921

Friday, January 29, 2010

Helpful Hint

Step 1: Before you leave for your big Friday evening out, make sure everything about your appearance is absolutely flawless.

Step 2: Make your entrance again, with your usual flair.

Step 3: Watch everyone else choke with envy.

Here's to the start of a glamorous weekend, darlings!

Thursday, January 28, 2010

Detour Ahead

Looking like a blurry composite of Clark Gable and George Brent, the former society scion, Harvard student and amateur boxing champ Tom Neal was never destined for superstardom. Despite a wealthy upbringing, Neal somehow always looked like a mug - an often charismatic and sexy mug, but a mug, nontheless. A brief contract with MGM yielded no discernible results, although Neal managed to land a supporting role in one of the popular Thin Man entries (Another Thin Man, 1939). Instead, he was destined to toil in B-films and Poverty Row studio serials like Jungle Girl and Bowery at Midnight, although the ultra-low-budget Detour (1945) for the infamous PRC Studios has since become a critically-acclaimed cult favorite.


Tautly and stylishly directed on a six-day schedule, with no production frills whatsoever, Detour is widely lauded by latter-day film historians as classic noir. This belated appreciation, however, did little for Neal's career, which continued in the same steady but unremarkable vein: over 25 more films by the end of the decade. And then he met Barbara Payton.


Payton was young, gorgeous, and considered a rising star on the horizon, having just successfully co-starred with James Cagney in Kiss Tomorrow Goodbye (1950) and Gregory Peck in Only the Valiant (1951). Payton was also wildly self-destructive, sexually insatiable, and impossible to control; her promising career was quickly derailing thanks to snickering stories (some false, some true) about her outlandish sexual exploits with nearly every male in Hollywood. Improbably, the cultured and genteel Franchot Tone (formerly Mr. Joan Crawford #2) fell fast and hard for the blonde hellcat, and the two announced their impending nuptials to wide disapproval in 1951.


The Tone/Payton alliance was doomed from the beginning, fraught with Payton's dalliances and Tone's jealousy; and when Payton met Neal at a Hollywood pool party, the die was cast: the combustive energy the two generated proved irresistible. Physically and emotionally, they were a perverse example of being made for each other: both lustily attractive in an almost vulgar way, her neediness and sexual appetite feeding off of his domineering and violent streak. "He looked so wonderful in his trunks," Payton was quoted as saying, "I knew he was the only man in my life."


Payton broke her engagement with Tone, and swiftly proposed marriage to Neal. The scandal sheets and gossip columns were littered with items detailing Payton's back-and-forth shenanigans with the two men, and she seemed to delight in the jealous rages and power plays she was able to create. It all came to a bloody finish when the former boxer beat the elegant actor senseless in front of the femme fatale's home; Tone was beaten so badly by Neal, he went into a coma and, though he would ultimately recover, he required extensive plastic surgery.

There was little or no sympathy for Neal in Hollywood after the incident; and the alrady-reviled Payton had to quickly backtrack and resume her engagement to Tone in an attempt to reverse public opinion. Amazingly, Tone agreed to marry her, but the union lasted only two months. Predictably, Payton and Neal resumed their romance and attempted to pick up their careers; they appeared in one low-budget film together, and then found that the fallout from the Tone scandal had essentially blacklisted them in Hollywood. Taking their lurid act on the road, an ill-advised national tour of The Postman Always Rings Twice folded early, as the two stars fought, drank, appeared stinko on stage, or not at all. The Neal/Payton romance was officially over.


Payton, of course, drifted to one of the saddest and most sordid ends any Hollywood tragedy could come to: the $10,000 a week starlet reduced to turning $5 tricks on Skid Row. Neal became a landscaper and gardener, but still couldn't escape violence or scandal: in 1965, he shot and killed his third wife with a bullet to the back of her head. The jury couldn't agree on a murder conviction; instead, he was sentenced to ten years in prison for involuntary manslaughter. Neal was released after six years, and died of heart failure less than a year later.

January 28, 1914 - August 14, 1972

Wednesday, January 27, 2010

Get Over That Hump!

Do whatever it takes.

We Cook Like Betty Crocker...

...and we look like Donna Reed.

Admittedly, we look more like Donna Reed in war paint.

January 27, 1921 - January 14, 1986

We See Dead People

Specifically, we see Troy Donahue. Everywhere.

January 27, 1936 - September 2, 2001

Tuesday, January 26, 2010


We are, and it's only two days into the work week! But fear not - we're cooking up a fresh batch of fabulosity for you. Stay tuned, darlings!

Sunday, January 24, 2010

Saturday, January 23, 2010

Chita's Return Engagement

This just never gets old. Or any less gay.

January 23, 1933

The King of Queens

The prince of pansies, the squire of sissies, the friar of fussbudgets - all hail Franklin Pangborn, a pioneer who was upping the queer quotient decades before the first pump was thrown at Stonewall.

January 23, 1889 - July 20, 1958

Good Guy Gone Bad

Hard to believe, but this fresh-faced, clean-cut, angelic-looking choir boy would eventually become one of Hollywood's go-to villains: handsome tough Dan Duryea. In his earliest films, though, Duryea often played the wishy-washy, unsympathetic weakling (including the 1941 film adaptation of The Little Foxes, in a role he originated on Broadway). It wasn't long, however, before producers began capitalizing on his sexy-yet-sinister presence, casting him as the charismatic bad guy in such noir classics as The Woman in the Window (1944), Scarlet Street (1946), and Criss Cross (1949); in the latter, the formidable Duryea manages to off Burt Lancaster and Yvonne De Carlo!

Other handsome villains followed in Duryea's footsteps, including Richard Widmark, David Brian and, later, Aldo Ray; but arguably, no one played the part better. With the decline of film noir in the 1950's, Duryea transitioned easily into Westerns, along with the occasional romantic potboiler, his hulking presence well-matched by some positively Amazonian co-stars: most memorably, the turgid This is My Love (1954) with Linda Darnell and Faith Domergue, and the equally hot-blooded Foxfire (1955) with Jane Russell and Mara Corday.

In contrast to his menacing screen persona, Duryea was the quintessential family man: a PTA parent who was married to the same woman for 35 years until her death. If he never became a superstar, Dan Duryea did carve out a niche for himself as one of the classic villains of the film noir era, and remained a solidly reliable performer up until his untimely death from cancer at age 61.

January 23, 1907 - June 7, 1968