Olivia de Havilland |
Recently Gayle and I watched a documentary on
the making of "Gone with the Wind."
Gayle is into old films, especially black and white movies. She likes
the old "film noir" stuff.
She looks
at these films through an artist's eye. She's
interested in scene composition, the use of light, shadows, contrast, and other
subtleties found in black and white films.
She believes that color covers
imperfections in films. In addition, with
the absence of graphic sex, violence, and profanity, the old films put the emphasis
on plot, acting, dialogue, and artistic quality. I'll admit, I'm beginning to enjoy the old
films for the same reasons.
What goes
on behind the scenes in movie-making always intrigues me, so I found the making
of the classic 1939 film, "Gone with the Wind" by producer David O.
Selznick very interesting. (The
"O" in his name was only added by Selznick to create a certain rhythm
to his full name.)
More people in the world have seen
"Gone with the Wind" than any other movie in history. The year 1939 was called the "Golden
Year" for films. "The Wizard of Oz," "Gone with the Wind,"
and John Wayne's first staring role in
"Stage Coach" were just three of many classics that were born in 1939.
Since a former Los
Gatos High School
graduate played the role of Melanie Hamilton in "Gone with the Wind",
my interest in the film increased significantly. Olivia de Havilland had only been out of
high school five years when she was chosen for her role in "Gone with the
Wind." She and her sister Joan
Fontaine both attended Los Gatos High.
Both sisters had moved with their mother to Saratoga, California,
after their British parents divorced in 1919.
Olivia de
Havilland is now 100 years old and has lived in Paris, France,
since the mid-fifties. Some interesting facts:
Her sister and she were both nominated for Oscars in the same year. She
lost an Oscar to her sister in 1941, which caused problems in their relationship
that were never resolved.
Olivia had
a "thing" for Errol Flynn, which was reciprocated, but neither was
aware of their mutual feelings. She had romances with James Stewart, Howard
Hughes, and John Huston back in the thirties. Olivia also received the National
Medal of Arts award from President Bush in 2008.
Gayle took the photo of Olivia at the Los Gatos centennial celebration, where she was the featured speaker. She was 72 years old in the photo and still a pretty woman.
My memories of Olivia go back to when I was in the six or seventh grade. I was actually in a play. I didn't volunteer. They needed a trumpet player and somehow I was conscripted and I'm sure I went kicking and screaming. The play was "Macbeth", directed by Olivia de Havilland and performed in the high school auditorium, if my memory is correct.
The fact
that Olivia would direct a play for the Los
Gatos community when she was at the peak of her fame, demonstrates
her loyalty and attachment to her Alma Mater and the town of her youth. I think she had taken a break from acting to
raise her children during that particular time. I can't find any record of that play and am
writing what I remember.
Back to the
Macbeth - I was asked to play a fanfare on my trumpet and announce the entrance
of some king. I had to be dressed for
the period, so I had to wear leotards as part of the costume. I
looked like a court jester and was more concerned with my skinny legs than the
play. I was also in some of the group
scenes, but always in the back. That was my one and only experience as a
thespian. Even the word scares me.
I had no
idea who the Director was and thought her to be old, but very kind and
encouraging. She was in her
mid-thirties, but to a pre-teen I guess that's old. I only learned who Olivia de Havilland was
when I was much older. This is one of many times I wish I could go back in
time.
Occasionally
while watching TV I'll say to Gayle, "Did I tell you that I was once 'directed' by Olivia de Havilland?" Sometimes she'll patronize me and say
something like, "Oh, really? Did
you get an Oscar for blowing a fanfare?"
I think
she's heard so many of my stories from the past that while listening to me tell
one she's heard, she'll just hold up the appropriate number of fingers for the
times she's heard the story. She says
nothing. She just holds up the fingers. As the late comedian Rodney Dangerfield would
say, "I don't get no respect."