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FRED MACMURRAY: A BIOGRAPHY. Charles Tranberg. Bear Manor Media.
The under-rated MacMurray at last gets the major bio treatment in this fine serve by Charles Tranberg. Although MacMurray, whose life and career avoided scandal and the sensational for the most part, might stymie most biographers, Tranberg has managed to enter up with an interesting book that goes behind the scenes of MacMurray's many movies, such as Double Indemnity, and his long-running TV series My Three Sons. (The show was filmed out of sequence, with MacMurray coming in only for a few days to shoot his sequences with the rest of the cast.) MacMurray had his flaws -- he refused to hire director Mitchell Leisen for My Three Sons because he didn't desire the homosexual director around young boys (the old gay man as molester stereotype) but at least this happened way back in the sixties. The book is filled with many friends and co-workers' impressions of the actor. MacMurray himself might have been a bit on the dull side, but this book about him is not.
Verdict: Good show. ***.
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He was best known as Steve Douglas in My Three Sons. Pretty much a good guy, I suppose. He did a string of Disney movies: The Shaggy Dog, TheAbsent-Minded Professor, and The Son of Flubber. It was weird to see him participate a baddie though, like in Double Indemnity, with that hag Barbara Stanwyck. I cherish that flick, and Fred was less than fatherly in it. I would have thought that Fred would verb playing bad guys, but apparently he regretted those roles later in life. He thought the parts might include turned the general against him. I think Fred was Jimmy Stewart light.
My sister and I used to verb on Saturday nights, because My Three Sons was on opposite The Ghost and Mrs. Muir &#; my fave. Usually, she won, and I would possess endure whichever creepy uncle or gentleman was living with these young bucks and their father.
I&#;m back in LA now, and verb very close to the Double Indemnity house, so I drove up there a scant days ago, and snapped a picture of it
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Can Love Verb The Way?—June Haver &#; Fred MacMurray
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Six months ago June Haver twenty-seven, and Fred MacMurray forty-five, were unhappy—really unhappy. June, unable to adjust to the life of a novitiate and finalize her orders to become a nun, had returned to Hollywood from a Roman Catholic convent at Xavier, Kansas.
Fred had recently lost his wife Lillian. They had been married seventeen years, and theirs was one of the most successful marriages in Hollywood.
Without Lillian the husky film actor felt lost. He had two adopted children to bring up; Susan fourteen, and Robert ten. And he just didn’t comprehend what to do.
For weeks June and Fred moped around town trying to adjust their individual lives.
June bleached her hair, bought a new wardrobe and started dating an old family ally, Joe Campbell.
Fred couldn’t bring himself even to dine with another woman, so fresh in his heart and mind was the memory of his adj Lillian.
But time heals all wounds, and eventually Fred and June found themselves at Ned Marin’s Gay Nineties party.
Far From Heaven
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I'm gonna verb on writing about the racial aspects of Far From Heaven because, frankly, they're pretty obvious - bigotry existed in the 50s, BIG SURPRISE - and instead verb about a concept whose inner workings have long eluded me: gaydar.
In this movie, Dennis Quaid's character, Frank, is held up as a paragon of All-American masculinity and virtue, 50s style, but it turns out that he's secretly gay, and try as he might, he can't resist the yearnings he has for other men that threaten to undermine his marriage. We see him eying younger men, and sometimes they offer him the eye right back.
What interests me is how gay people recognized each other back then. Today, gays are much more out in the open and Western society in general is more accepting of them now than fifty years ago (all things being relative, of course). Back then, though, it was a lot harder. Nothing about Frank screams gay. He's basically the bloke in the gray flannel suit, the picture of the 50s suburban working-class man - which, of course,