A documentary on the making of “All About Eve.” It affords a rare “behind-the-scenes” look at a cinematic classic starring the incomparable Bette Davis.
It’s Cole. Of completelyunproductive.
I just wanted to take a quick second to write a post about remembering Bette. Yes.
(I am sure Aubrey will want to write something later today as well, it’s just that currently she’s in class or something equally frivolous.)
22 years ago Bette Davis passed away. She was far from her birthplace, the sensible east-coast city of Lowell, Massachusetts. She was in France (Neuilly-sur-Seine, to be exact,) after receiving an award in Spain.
Sometime before her death Bette had said, tongue firmly in-cheek: "I don’t want anyone sending money to any little charity instead of flowers. I want millions of flowers… I want everyone to weep. Copiously.”
And there were flowers. And I am sure people did weep, quite copiously. A light had gone out, a giant presence had disappeared from Hollywood and from the world.
All through her life Bette had worked tirelessly for truth in a place obsessed with perfection. She was a symbol of independent women through decades where women were expected to be demure and retiring. She had been liberating people since she started appearing onscreen, in her own way.
Her body of impressive theatrical and film work will never be forgotten, but more importantly, her effect on people around the world remains permanent.
Bette Davis certainly lived a life worth remembering.
Ruth Elizabeth Davis (April 5, 1908 – October 6, 1989)