Backstage Moments...

<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbtiVIRDgZ7eG-6W72b470tGwzVgdfke4ZK4iE9F126-I_elDntT3l_dZDTU1WgESOOd-lbn4PHNIN_VQYnDuh8ExI_naydXwT6rafhBYcbmJUEajYvw3C6bv4d_ngS2My7ESF7lg7crh5/s1600/marilyn+itch.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbtiVIRDgZ7eG-6W72b470tGwzVgdfke4ZK4iE9F126-I_elDntT3l_dZDTU1WgESOOd-lbn4PHNIN_VQYnDuh8ExI_naydXwT6rafhBYcbmJUEajYvw3C6bv4d_ngS2My7ESF7lg7crh5/s400/marilyn+itch.jpg" width="326" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Allan 'Whitey' Snyder and Marilyn Monroe on <i>The Seven Year Itch</i></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">I routinely scour the Internet</span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"> for pictures to go along with my my blog posts here and, in the process, I've come upon many interesting photos that I haven't used. I thought it might be fun to post a few of those taken on movie sets along with a little bit of movie lore (and other "extras"). </span></span><br /><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgI1UAlpT2f2BJIi2dN6ugVTqz3baMfEXf6kKZwvRcOuvifFyTgPw5JBEf_WHBcwL8MsD36vTKUJlb3kArnGGymxoSFyByuZBdjIe9eoxmef4g4N4IyZzqHNukL4-D1U9Thlo_mhIOaikON/s1600/BillyWilderMarilynMonroe.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgI1UAlpT2f2BJIi2dN6ugVTqz3baMfEXf6kKZwvRcOuvifFyTgPw5JBEf_WHBcwL8MsD36vTKUJlb3kArnGGymxoSFyByuZBdjIe9eoxmef4g4N4IyZzqHNukL4-D1U9Thlo_mhIOaikON/s320/BillyWilderMarilynMonroe.jpg" width="210" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Wilder, Marilyn & a $4.6 mil. dress</td></tr></tbody></table><br /></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Above, Marilyn Monroe's makeup artist, Allan 'Whitey' Snyder, prepares her for a famous scene in <i>The Seven Year Itch</i> (1955).<i> </i></span><span style="font-size: small;">Marilyn was basking in the early glow of international fame when she began work on the Billy Wilder comedy<i> </i>in 1954. Her popularity had been firmly established with her co-starring turns in <i>Gentlemen Prefer Blondes </i>(1953) and <i>How to Marry a Millionaire</i> (1954) and, at the time she started on her first film with Wilder, she was newly married to baseball superstar Joe DiMaggio. Legend has it that Joe stood on the sidelines watching as Wilder shot - and re-shot - takes of Marilyn's famous subway grate scene. Filming took place on the streets of New York and a crowd had gathered to watch. The slugger reportedly stormed off the set, incensed by the cheers and whistles of onlookers that erupted each time Marilyn's skirt blew skyward.</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br /><a name='more'></a></div><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaHMVNVF7Fy8flKvgMWyVpAZIIwa4kDq1QNrfuVCHYr1W-bTJAbf1vUNTDmCTCI6bIjkF_BonvOR_eb9zHW0EJqKhHZbO1f1sjWAlhxQIJluulMdOp9EpvSr9KdUjZAFgxWuaLB8q0leG4/s1600/Breakfast+at+Tiffany%2527s+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="277" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaHMVNVF7Fy8flKvgMWyVpAZIIwa4kDq1QNrfuVCHYr1W-bTJAbf1vUNTDmCTCI6bIjkF_BonvOR_eb9zHW0EJqKhHZbO1f1sjWAlhxQIJluulMdOp9EpvSr9KdUjZAFgxWuaLB8q0leG4/s320/Breakfast+at+Tiffany%2527s+2.jpg" width="320" /></a></span></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">Audrey Hepburn, Blake Edwards's back and George Peppard</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;">Monroe's marriage to DiMaggio failed in nine months, but her star continued to rise with films like Josh Logan's critically acclaimed <i>Bus Stop </i>(1956) and Billy Wilder's über-classic <i>Some Like it Hot </i>(1959). In 1961, Blake Edwards took on the </span>film adaptation of Truman Capote's novella, <i>Breakfast at Tiffany's</i>. The novelist wanted Marilyn Monroe to be cast as Holly Golightly, the heroine of his tale. But Monroe balked, she worried that the role of a freewheeling party girl might have a negative impact on her career.</span><br /><br /></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtbfw5VuPGmYbqJIoatEYgHoNKzZDf8EEHuWQgop4A9HksEk635Sal_4fejmxLDzWmNiD7-MTeDhyphenhyphenDyxkvzNaoNHARQI1dxQemkaHVP1N8F3FYWCuuTMjV4gBXOf47sUcOmqfSOmL9F7im/s1600/Breakfast+set+with+guitar.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="244" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtbfw5VuPGmYbqJIoatEYgHoNKzZDf8EEHuWQgop4A9HksEk635Sal_4fejmxLDzWmNiD7-MTeDhyphenhyphenDyxkvzNaoNHARQI1dxQemkaHVP1N8F3FYWCuuTMjV4gBXOf47sUcOmqfSOmL9F7im/s320/Breakfast+set+with+guitar.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Audrey taking guitar lessons on the set</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Enter Audrey Hepburn, Oscar-winning star of </span><i style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Roman Holiday </i><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">(1950) who took the part of Holly Golightly and went on to make it one of her signature roles. The film provided what has become the iconic vision of Audrey Hepburn - upswept 'do, Givenchy gowns, waif-in-Manhattan persona - with or without sunglasses. The film co-starred newcomer George Peppard as Holly's love interest - but many were considered for the part. It has been said that Steve McQueen was up for the role...to quote Holly, "the mind reels."</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><i>Breakfast at Tiffany's </i>won Oscars for its score and theme song, "Moon River," a Henry Mancini/Johnny Mercer tune. </span></span><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: right;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/1JfS90u-1g8" width="425"></iframe></div><br /><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br /></div><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjetBlvYfHo8hQysnRssbou4nl8ljvlNz4QQw5HQYsyVFrSv1MmSV1-mXMA4konhupZMTSqL6uFruzeFmWLHvbWj7luIhQC3R654rH-j-TqAD6qh_jD4CYbDID52ZLjatn2suhkbp_BMqZ8/s1600/curtis+rosemary.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="272" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjetBlvYfHo8hQysnRssbou4nl8ljvlNz4QQw5HQYsyVFrSv1MmSV1-mXMA4konhupZMTSqL6uFruzeFmWLHvbWj7luIhQC3R654rH-j-TqAD6qh_jD4CYbDID52ZLjatn2suhkbp_BMqZ8/s320/curtis+rosemary.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Tony Curtis, Mia Farrow, Roman Polanski</td></tr></tbody></table><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Polish auteur Roman Polanski was known mostly to fans of foreign film and art house patrons before he began making films in the U.S. in 1968. His first full-length feature, <i>Knife in the Water </i>(1962) was Oscar-nominated for Best Foreign Film and by year's end Polanski was on the cover of <i>Time </i>magazine. His next masterwork, <i>Repulsion</i> (1965), starred 21-year-old Catherine Deneuve. It was illustrious and infamous producer Robert Evans, head of Paramount at the time, who lured Polanski to Hollywood. Their first effort was the trend-setting horror sensation, <a href="http://eves-reel-life.blogspot.com/2010/10/rosemarys-babyroman-polanskis-horror.html" style="color: #990000;"><i>Rosemary's Baby</i></a><span style="color: #990000;"> </span>(1968).  But the film featured no big names in its cast. Mia Farrow (Rosemary) was known only for her role on the prime-time TV soap <i>Peyton Place</i> and as Frank Sinatra's much younger wife. Her co-star, John Cassavetes (Guy, Rosemary's husband) had starred on a TV detective series (<i>Johnny Staccato</i>), been a featured player in several films and was early in his own career as an auteur director. But neither was a star. The many old-timers in supporting roles (Ralph Bellamy, Patsy Kelly, Sidney Blackmer, Maurice Evans, Elisha Cook Jr.) were far past their prime. The biggest Hollywood name attached to the picture did not appear onscreen or receive a credit...he was a top star from the 1950s through the mid-'60s: Tony Curtis. In <i>Rosemary's Baby </i>he provided the voice of an off-camera character named Donald Baumgart, an actor whose sudden blindness is key in advancing Guy's career. Curtis's voice is heard in the scene in which Rosemary calls to ask about the circumstances surrounding his loss of sight. Farrow apparently didn't know it was Curtis, but his voice sounded familiar and this disconcerted her as she played the scene. It seems that was the effect Polanski was hoping for.</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br /></div><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_roz-381zHGBhgFxnMOm9X70vpaHipp2OUA_EcY3IN5oz2xG1eYWb4IbVOCYajbTxMM9KTqGY6VtISeS9OkTcwOs5h2IQWgHtOMF5XhKy3h1eSzFxxZQfE2cfNOjrxhniFdnUTaa7ASD5/s1600/african+queen+new+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="232" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_roz-381zHGBhgFxnMOm9X70vpaHipp2OUA_EcY3IN5oz2xG1eYWb4IbVOCYajbTxMM9KTqGY6VtISeS9OkTcwOs5h2IQWgHtOMF5XhKy3h1eSzFxxZQfE2cfNOjrxhniFdnUTaa7ASD5/s320/african+queen+new+2.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Katharine Hepburn, Lauren Bacall and Humphrey Bogart in Africa</td></tr></tbody></table><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">John Huston's <i>The African Queen</i> (1951) is legendary for many reasons. It was the film for which Humphrey Bogart won his only Best Actor Oscar. It is the one and only teaming of Bogart with co-star Katharine Hepburn, a memorable pairing. The film was shot on location in Africa at a time when such location shoots were relatively rare. The production itself became famous and notorious for what went on off-camera. Clint Eastwood's 1990 <i>White Hunter, Black Heart </i>was a veiled account by writer Peter Viertel (Deborah Kerr's husband) of his experience with Huston and company on that set decades earlier. Even Katharine Hepburn chimed in with her own account - in book form: <u>The Making of the African Queen: Or, How I Went to Africa with Bogart, Bacall and Huston and Almost Lost My Mind</u>.</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br /></div><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOWrwJdc-q-1bGxQK_YzoaHAWH8SHqO_oh7BvhlWtGZwSATPZEGuMKWlVQM8LRCGYD1fofXppkID1Kb2b8tXyaqvCd7Po-0IxGn8Z-RchPbeUeOsOqB9m74P6I8i5k3FEAVrvuLLAJ4qIy/s1600/Bette+and+Willy+on+the+letter+3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="250" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOWrwJdc-q-1bGxQK_YzoaHAWH8SHqO_oh7BvhlWtGZwSATPZEGuMKWlVQM8LRCGYD1fofXppkID1Kb2b8tXyaqvCd7Po-0IxGn8Z-RchPbeUeOsOqB9m74P6I8i5k3FEAVrvuLLAJ4qIy/s320/Bette+and+Willy+on+the+letter+3.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">William Wyler and Bette Davis in deep discussion on <i>The Letter</i></td></tr></tbody></table><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Bette Davis proclaimed loud and 'til the end of her days that William Wyler was her favorite among the directors she'd worked with and the one she respected most...and...the man that got away. The two made three films together, beginning with <i>Jezebel</i> (1938). They'd had a less than meet-cute introduction years earlier when neither was well-known. But by 1938 each was on their way up and with <i>Jezebel</i> they meshed perfectly. Onscreen and off; it was during the making of <i>Jezebel</i> that the two were romantically involved. Their second collaboration was <i>The Letter </i>(1940), an adaptation of Somerset Maugham's play. I think it's the best of their three together (the third was <i>The Little Foxes </i>in 1941) and one of Davis's very best films.<br /><br /></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLjNBbIA3g82ATN7JOvrqWf7yqVrMWc79wzkqSgwPhjogDyVkZSBtpBjKANh-ru20GxxEK8OVmpeIuG3DsnSSgQfRcNw9ZH6C_BdphioyyOEicDGaL8zpHMbQ6tpYbve3LlNKLafcwkNQR/s1600/Vertigo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="238" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLjNBbIA3g82ATN7JOvrqWf7yqVrMWc79wzkqSgwPhjogDyVkZSBtpBjKANh-ru20GxxEK8OVmpeIuG3DsnSSgQfRcNw9ZH6C_BdphioyyOEicDGaL8zpHMbQ6tpYbve3LlNKLafcwkNQR/s320/Vertigo.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Kim Novak takes direction from Hitchcock on <i>Vertigo</i></td></tr></tbody></table><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">In 1958, Alfred Hitchcock created what has been called his most personal film, <i>Vertigo</i>. It is certainly my favorite among his long list of brilliant, hypnotic films. Though not a critical or popular success in its day, <i>Vertigo</i> persevered and is now viewed by most as the director's masterpiece of masterpieces.<br /><br />At the time, Hitchcock was grooming Vera Miles as a possible replacement for his muse, Grace Kelly, who had decamped to become Princess Grace of Monaco. But Miles was pregnant by the time <i>Vertigo </i>was ready go into production...and Hitchcock moved on to Kim Novak. <i>Vertigo</i> is the film for which Novak is best known and remembered. Her only regret? That she didn't ask for (as was often customary) the stunning Edith Head-designed white coat she wore in several key scenes...</div><br /><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"></div><iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/rHxdPHMsIdk" width="560"></iframe><br /><br /><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">For more on the set moments <a href="http://evesreellife.wordpress.com/2011/06/18/moments-on-the-set/" style="color: #990000;">click here</a>...</div>

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Buck up Buttercup

I'm starting to get over the sick feeling in the pit of my stomach. I know I'll get through this thing at work. At least I have some time to figure it out. It's not like I'm suddenly out of work. I really do love the company I work for and the thought of leaving it hurts my heart. Leaving is just one option, there are others. I just have to figure it out. It's at the very top of my list of things I'm worried about. Like I needed another one. <br /><br />My husband and I talked about it today. He kept telling me it would be okay, that we'd figure it out (I think he meant "I'd" figure it out, but he said "we" out of kindness). Even though I know that's true, it will be okay, it's hard to believe it at the moment. <br /><br />I made it to the gym today, after I made a new playlist on my iPod. It wasn't my best workout, but focusing on how fast I could go on the StairMaster really helped, at least for the thirty minutes I was on it.<br /><br />I didn't do weights because all three weight rooms were packed with men. Usually I don't mind that much, and usually it's not that busy. It was 6pm and I couldn't understand why all those young men weren't out on dates on a Saturday night. Anyway, today I just didn't feel like lifting weights surrounded by men. I always wonder why there aren't more women at the gym on Saturday nights. <br /><br />New music really helps with my workouts and my mood. The top five songs are new as of today, then down to 22 were on my May playlist, and the last eight, well, they're from my top 25 most played on my iPod (and yes, Poker Face, Hot Mess and Fake It are there). Fake it. I guess that's what I need to do for now.<br /><br />June 2011 playlist:<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJfAwAKSY9nSl1q-q_XLDPOQYa4TObIQInT3HTsevwXQFL1kiAVaXCQX-8yR0aFtr999AYMbSfw0Yr56hSo_bMM_lR-YaWsiIkQ-IKJikpuiDjkH4CKBf929nD6ouGoKIP0mgWUhj6NtQr/s1600/playlist.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="556" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJfAwAKSY9nSl1q-q_XLDPOQYa4TObIQInT3HTsevwXQFL1kiAVaXCQX-8yR0aFtr999AYMbSfw0Yr56hSo_bMM_lR-YaWsiIkQ-IKJikpuiDjkH4CKBf929nD6ouGoKIP0mgWUhj6NtQr/s640/playlist.png" width="640" /></a></div><br />I know it's probably not what most almost 56-year old women listen to, but this music really helps me keep up the intensity of my workouts.<br /><br />Now if only I can sleep tonight. It's past midnight, and I'm wide awake. For the past week when I do actually fall asleep I've been plagued by nightmares. Last night I was killing animals. I smashed a baby turtle's back and decapitated him (I was crying in my dream), and then I tried to killed an old raccoon with a brick. If you know me at all, I love animals. I would never, ever harm an animal. I'm the one that stops my car on the street for a squirrel to cross, backing up traffic. The dreams are vivid and horrible and feel very real. After the baby turtle dream I woke up crying. It was just a dreadful dream, one I can't get out of my head. <br /><br />I guess I have to try to sleep. I wish I could just turn off my brain.

Buck up Buttercup

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