Wednesday, April 11, 2012
The film, her life story, is already being promoted. Soon, we'll be hearing again the raves and put downs, hearing and seeing clips of Elizabeth Taylor's films -- the ones that stay, stay, and resonate in my mind and yours.
Of course, we'll hear again about her love life -- lovers, husbands, and the transformation from a virginal looking young girl into the legendary, eight-times married "Liz Taylor."
I knew her personally. My perception is that of a relatively ordinary person who's had close-up glimpses and shared some events with her.
(Not really "shared" because she was so deeply into herself) Click, and you can read what I've written.
Socks in a Drawer 6/10/09
Elizabeth Taylor Socks Syndrome 6/11/09.
Elizabeth T's Gift 10/21/09
Elizabeth Taylor revisited 6/11/10
Did you ever sing, "Twinkle twInkle little star, how I wonder what you are. Up above the world so high, like a diamond in the sky?" In my sky, there are other stars -- Katherine Hepburn, Audrey Hepburn, Rosalind Russell, Judy Garland ... and also other spectacularly talented actresses, who affected my life and probably yours.
I remember a party at Elizabeth Taylor's house in Bel Air. Many many other stars -- everybody who was anybody was there. (The party was given for the cast, families and friends and stage crew who were involved in the Burton-Taylor production of Noel Coward's "Private Lives.")
I stayed on the other side of the huge swimming pool, attracting a lot of attention because of my dancer looks. Elizabeth was reclining in a lounge-chair surrounded, the center of a shifting crowd of familiar, famous faces and servants.
Servants with trays were mingling with us guests. My guesstimate -- there were easily 200 guests. I wanted to cross around the tiled-edge of the pool and say hello to the hostess -- was afraid she wouldn't remember me -- knew she remembered me -- knew I bothered her because Richard Burton paid attention to me -- yes, he paid attention of hundreds of others -- Elizabeth couldn't survive if she remembered them all.
Wow, egotist Emily, rudely not greeting the hostess who'd been supportive, kind, and good friends with her husband, John Cullum. The grown up, accomplished Emily was incapable of shoving aside her own sense of importance. and back then, couldn't bring herself to curtsy to the queen.
Elizabeth Taylor was a queen, still is -- queenly and womanly, and childish, like me. Also generous. And greedy, lustful, acquiring men and applause and creating with her talent, real ART. She gave us visions -- a deep sense of little girl, teenager, young woman, love struck newlywed, mother, lover, widow -- a sense of grief, selfishness, curiosity, courage, fear, jealousy, loyalty -- all that, and more, she gave us, and even after she's gone, she still gives us a inner vision of how to feel.
You can probably name your favorite films more easily than I can. As well as your favorite stars. Favorite? For me, that's a smallish, narrow, wrong word.
Elizabeth Taylor is forever, the Star of Stars in my mind.