Motion Picture (Aug 1940-Jan 1941)

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ACCLAIMED ON ALL SIDES FOR HER MAGNIFICENT PERFORMANCE IN "REBECCA"— WHICH MADE HER FAMOUS OVERNIGHT, JOAN FONTAINE WOULDN'T CARE IF SHE NEVER MADE ANOTHER PICTURE. IF THIS SOUNDS INCREDIBLE IT'S BECAUSE JOAN IS AMAZINGLY FRANK AND HONEST WITH HERSELF WOULDN'T care, really, if I never made another picture. Really I wouldn't !" Joan Fontaine had a twisted little you-probably-can'tbelieve-it smile on her face as she said it. Her hazel eyes had a mischievous glint. But the tone of her voice was emphatically serious. This was her answer to the question : What now? She was up and about, safely convalescent from her dangerous operation of last March, even though she still had the careful walk and the hunched shoulders of a person with a recent incision in the mid-section. She had missed the night of her greatest triumph ; lying in a hospital bed, only half-alive, she had missed the premiere of Rebecca; she hadn't yet seen the finished picture herself. But she couldn't help knowing — just by reading the papers — that, as wistful Mrs. de Winter, she had made one of the hits of the year. She was famous now, acclaimed on all sides. She was, suddenly, a star. The future offered everything that star dom could bring to a 22-year-old girl. And she was saying: "I'm not sure I want any of it." This was incredible. This sort of attitude just didn't happen in Hollywood — not seriously. But Joan wasn't jok ing. Indeed, she wasn't. Neither was she talking airily, trying to create an effect. Mrs. Brian Aherne was in earnest. She gestured toward the sunny back lawn, bordered with flowers, beyond the By JAMES REID