A Joan Crawford estate sale (let the wire hanger jokes commence)

Well, the feud was mostly a publicity ploy. They didn’t *like *each other–though they respected each other–but were both too professional to hold up filming with a fight. Though Bette Davis was the first to admit she was a raging bitch, and she admitted it cheerfully quite often.

As actresses, I take the stance that Crawford has aged better than Davis. Look at her films: she often got terrible, terrible scripts, but she *never *gave a bad performance. And some of her best (Paid, Rain, Possessed, Grand Hotel, The Women, A Woman’s Face, Mildred Pierce, Humoresque, the second Possessed, Sudden Fear, The Best of Everything) hold up against anyone. Even in camp trash like *Queen Bee, Baby Jane *and Trog, she is doing damn good work.

Now, Bette Davis could also, of course, do amazing work: Jezebel, Dark Victory, Now Voyager, The Letter, The Little Foxes, All About Eve, The Whales of August. But she could also go around the bend and give some real “Bette Davis drag queen” howlers: Of Human Bondage, Beyond the Forest, Sweet Charlotte, The Anniversary, Bunny O’Hare.

Katharine Hepburn, too, did some real bad imitations of herself. Crawford, though, is really under-rated as an actress: watch her in Humoresque, she is breath-taking.

Ah, thanks for the reply, I’ll check those movies out. I’m more of a Bette Davis fan, though I also love Joan’s work, particularly in Grand Hotel and The Women.

I saw (on TCM, I think) that Joan and Norma Shearer had a rivalry. I know Joan didn’t like the fact that Norma got first pick of scripts because of her marriage to Irving Thalberg. I seem to remember hearing that the tension during the dressing room scene in The Women was particularly thick.

Eve,

Did you ask Irene Mayer Selznick anything about Joan during your “friendly chat” with her?

Do you have any interest in, perhaps, a blog? Then every book would be an opportunity for a review or two. (Yes, I know that blogs are very different critters from books, and they are often not profitable at all. I do not have high hopes.)

I would definitely follow any blog you wrote, even if it was not updated often.

Ah. My grandmother once had a leopard skin pillbox hat that she “kept carefully.” My one hint regarding furs is that the crisper in your refrigerator is not an acceptable form of cold storage. Although, since she was keeping it rather than ever wearing it, it’s possible that she never knew.

Nah, there are way too many blogs as it is, now.

But if you accidentally wear a frozen pork chop on your head, you can tell everyone it’s a Schiaparelli!

No, I was specifically quizzing her about Jean Harlow and Paul Bern.

Eve, drop me an email if you’re looking for work.
Man those paintings are hideous. I think I gave away one of those a few years ago in the White Elephant Swap.

Pardon a hijack, but… a message for Eve: you should really see HUGO. It has probably more clips from classic silent films than any film I’ve ever seen on the big screen. Many are George Melies’ of course, but also Intolerance, Harold Lloyd’s clock scene, a couple of Chaplin moments, etc…

Only one item relating to Doug Fairbanks, and they’re playing backgammon. Yes, he’s in his bathing suit, but I’ve seen it before and a better picture.

I just saw *The Artist *tonight, and *Hugo *is next on my list!

The auction brought $135,000, about 5-6 times more than the estimates. I’m surprised how little the furs sold for, though; some were probably that much when Joan bought them, especially if you adjust for inflation.

The run down.

Oh, I forgot–I went, and was floating on a cloud of Joanitude all week. I saw the Pepsi brooch and gasped, and the nice lady asked, “Would you like to hold it?” I said–in my best gracious Joan Crawford voice–“that would be *awfully *kind of you.” I also got to look through her pearl-studded opera glasses!

The sable coat and the pale-blue cardigan with seed-pearl embroidery were . . . just gorgeous. I bought the catalog and people were reading it over my shoulder on the subway.