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Leading men
ROBERT TAYLOR
A hero for every age: Above, Taylor appears as Ivanhoe,
and as a cowboy. Left, he is the noblest Roman of
them all, a centurion converted to Christianity in Quo Vadis?
Undoubtedly there exists, somewhere, the real Robert Taylor, a man with frets, passions, anxieties, humors customarily associated with human existence. That man, or even a hint of him, has yet to appear on any movie screen. No full-scale emotion, not even the suggestion of some engaging quirk of character, has ever been allowed to mar the impressive impassivity of Taylor's remarkably beautiful countenance. He was, in his prime, the male equivalent of the Love Goddess, existing for no purpose but to be worshiped, and it is significant that his first movie success was as Garbo's youthful lover, Armand, in Camille, that curious exercise in somnambulism, in which two objects of perfect beauty swam with entrancing unreality before our eyes for an hour and a half. Taylor was then not long out of Pomona
College and only a few films away from his debut in Broads way Melody of 1936, in which for reasons clear only to al movie mogul he warbled "I Got a Feeling You're Foolin' ' and danced a little.
After Camille he played in everything, finding his metieil in such heavy postwar costume epics as Quo Vadis? and Ivanhoe, where his somewhat remote presence in no way interfered with our appreciation of scenery, costumes, and casts of thousands engaged in a clattering clutter of expensive action. To this day Mr. Taylor has not learned how tc speak a line with even rudimentary believability, age (he is now fifty-one) has stained his beauty, but he continues tc work, a slightly decrepit god who, naturally shy, has hidden behind the beautiful mask nature so kindly provided him.
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