HAPPY BIRTHDAY INGRID BERGMAN!
August 29, 1915 — August 29, 1982
“Film as dream, film as music. No art passes our conscience in the way film does, and goes directly to our feelings, deep down into the dark rooms of our souls.”
Phillips Holmes, 1933, photo by George Hoyningen-Huene
Natalie Paley, années 1930
I can’t stand it when people act like a silent film will automatically be boring, just because it has no sound. Same goes for classic talkies. There’s a reason why so many classic films get such high ratings. It’s because they’re better than today’s movies.Submitted by: Anonymous
Rita Hayworth posing for Life Magazine, 1943
Wallace Reid (1891—1923) was a silent film actor who began his career in 1910. Six-foot-one and blue-eyed, his inescapable sex appeal made him a commodity star on the screen, but Reid himself preferred to work as director, writer, or cameraman. Over just a thirteen-year career in films, Reid accrued 217 acting credits, 70 directing credits, and 26 writing credits. Though many or most of his films are “lost,” Reid’s fame—however little-known—exists today in productions like The Birth of a Nation (1915), Carmen (1915), Intolerance (1916), The Roaring Road (1919), Excuse My Dust (1920), and The Affairs of Anatol (1921).
The tragedy of Wallace Reid began in 1919. While filming The Valley of the Giants in Oregon, Reid was a victim in a train crash and suffered severe injuries. The production company, Famous Players-Lasky Corporation, refused to stop the film, and so to keep Reid working they sent up a doctor with morphine. In demand for other films after Valley wrapped, the studio shamelessly went on giving him morphine so that he could continue to contribute his valuable matinee idol status to their productions. Reid—already an alcoholic—became addicted to the morphine, and was all too soon a husk of his former self. By 1922 his health was in full decline, and in his last film he was hardly able to stand upright at all. In January of 1923 Reid—“the screen’s most perfect lover”—died in a sanitarium. He was thirty-one years old.
Happy Birthday Norma!
↳ (August 10, 1902 – June, 12, 1983)“Honestly, I could say anyone else but I mean Norma. Every woman would like to be her, believe me, but few are. She pursues the line of thought and…doesn´t clutter up her life with a lot of nonessentials.”
Jean Harlow (when asked what star she would most like to be)
Old Hollywood was so mysterious, you can’t help but become absorbed in the history. Like how it used to be called “Hollywoodland”, or the Elizabeth Short murder, or Peg Entwistle jumping off the Hollywoodland sign. Hollywood used to be so intriguing. It really was it’s own land. Now it’s full of clichés and fakes.
Submitted by: breathablebubbles