Can’t believe I’m doing this again. Lol. It’s been a year already? Time flies sooo fast!
Joan Crawford is, undoubtedly, one of Hollywood’s greatest treasures. Known for her iconic roles in Mildred Pierce (1945), Whatever Happened to Baby Jane? (1962) and The Women (1939), she epitomized the very image of a true Hollywood queen.
Aside from her extraordinary talent and the outstanding legacy she left behind, Joan is also celebrated for her physical appearance— especially her almost-perfect face.
George Cukor directed some of Joan’s movies (No More Ladies (1935), The Women (1939), Susan and God (1940) and A Woman’s Face (1941)), and she referred to him as the “last of my father-figures at Metro.”
(Joan and director George Cukor on the set of Susan and God (1940))
When she died in 1977, Cukor delivered a eulogy in her funeral. Parts of his eulogy were dedicated to the unbelievably perfect face that she had:
She was the perfect image of the movie star and, as such, largely the creation of her own indomitable will. She had, of course, very remarkable material to work with: a quick native intelligence, tremendous animal vitality, a lovely figure and, above all, her face, that extraordinary sculptural construction of lines and planes, finely chiseled like the mask of some classical divinity from fifth-century Greece. It caught the light superbly, so that you could photograph her from any angle, and the face moved beautifully.
Including her love affair with the camera. In the days before zoom lenses and advanced electronics, cameras often had to be mounted on great cumbersome cranes, maneuvered by as many as twelve men, and close-ups might well require all this to be pushed from extreme long shots to within a few inches of an actor’s face. Many found it difficult to overcome some understandable nervousness as this juggernaut ground closer and closer. Not Joan Crawford. The nearer the camera, the more tender and yielding she became—her eyes glistening, her lips avid in ecstatic acceptance. The camera saw, I suspect, a side of her that no flesh-and-blood lover ever saw.
Looking at her pictures, no one can deny that Joan really had the face. But with that beautiful exterior comes a superb talent that nobody should ever overlook. She should be remembered not only for her looks, but also for her contribution to the motion picture industry.
Here’s to you, my beautiful angel! *cheers*
(PS: All photos are from Joan Crawford Best)