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Presenting a powerful character portrait of lovely Evelyn Brent — not an interview, but a highly personal analysis of the star
LADY OF MOODS AND CONTRASTS
By DOROTHY HERZOG
AN ACTRESS. You know her — as an actress.
X ^ The arrogant poise of the slim shoulders. They have risen from the calico of life. The casual grace to the walk that learned strength from plodding the picture studios. The impersonal indifference in the eyes that harbor the secrets of sophistication. The moody vibrancy in the voice born to the slur of a southern softness and quickened by the blend of New York and London tones.
Evelyn Brent. Olive skinned. Brown eyed. Black haired. Soul tossed. Remote. Buried within herself. Foundationed on melancholy. Her mother was melancholy. Her mother passed on when Betty was fourteen.
Alone. In New York. Alive to her youth. Seeking. Deciding upon motion pictures. Preferring uncertainty to routined hours. Pictures. A baby industry, then. Located in bandbox studios huddled amidst warehouses.
IT WASN'T easy. Evelyn Brent shows it wasn't. Even today.
From the old bandbox studios in New York in the early days to a fortune in Hollywood was a path full of hardships for Betty Brent, and her present personality shows traces of struggle as well as of conquest.
Evelyn Brent — mysterious, aloof, serious, yet one of the most generous and good-natured persons in Hollywood. Very few people really know her, but those who have won her friendship love her.
She carries the shadows in her eyes. There's a thin, taut steel in the sheen of her get-up. There's a little hardness in her handclasp with the world. She still takes her disappointments standing up. Shoulders bac':. She takes the knocks without blinking.
She's slow on the trigger when it comes to fight. She'll take a lot. Right to the first scrunch on the toes. But then she flares. Word for word. Phrase for phrase. No quarter asked. None given, regardless of consequences.
Temperamental ? Temper ? Temperamental, yes. Like a kid, almost. Protie to be bothered by petty things. Prone to rage blindly and to forget as quickly. Showers and rainbow and sunshine stuff
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