Photoplay (Jan-Jun 1963)

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FROM A STOOL AT SCHWAB’S: I’ve got two “sermons” for this month’s column. I want to let off steam, medium warm, on two subjects. Subject Number One: Protecting Actors From Their Own Worst Enemies -Themselves. Subject Number Two: Screen Credits. They are real crazy! As an example of protecting actors from themselves, I’m selecting Cary Grant. There isn’t an actor of whom I’ve been fonder during his long and glorious career. Grant took me much more decisively than his namesake ever took Richmond. I’ve been a Grant (Cary) fan ever since he was straight man for Mae West’s remark: “Come up and see me sometime — tall, dark and handsome.” I admired the manner in which Cary advanced to stardom, held the front line for years and conducted himself onscreen and offscreen. This includes some bad pictures and some unsuccessful marriages. But no matter what Cary did, he had Class with a capital “C.” He maintained a privacy about himself in a charming manner: He didn’t try to be a male Garbo, but his privacy is something he guarded like a jewel. “My private life is my own,” he must have said several times a day. And then what does this charming — and now unpredictable — Cary Grant do but invade his own privacy. He sold it to a magazine. One sure bet is he didn’t do it for money, regardless of the sum. Among the many treasures Grant has, is money. I can almost hear him say that he wanted to do the magazine story himself to set the record straight; to get it down in type correctly, once and for all. It’s almost a good reason. The motive is good, but the time for it is not now. There is a time and a place and Cary Grant, master at underplaying. overplayed it this time. Do you know what would happen to any writer if he told the things about Cary Grant that Cary Grant told about himself? Cary would threaten to sue him; Cary ( Continued on page 14)