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Michael Cera is Buster Keaton

So I saw Scott Pilgrim today: in part on the advice of my general film sage Dana Stevens (who also writes for Slate and was my main reason for becoming a regular listener to the Slate Cultural Gabfest; listen here for their collective thoughts on Pilgrim), in part because I knew that it was something that would make me think — for better or for worse — about the state of cinema, youth culture, postmodernism, etc. etc. today.

And that it did.  Feminist Music Geek has some excellent overarching thoughts on the film — like me, she found it rather masculinist (DUDE, THESE ARE CHARACTERS, NOT CUT-OUTS) but also recognizes the ways in which the film’s plot and 8-bit references hail our middle-class, educated generation.

I realized that while I’ve liked Michael Cera since his halcyon days on Arrested Development, and while dozens of others have commented on the rise of his particularly consistent brand of passive, quirky masculinity since appearing in Superbad, Juno, Paper Heart, Nick & Nora’s Infinite Playlist, Youth in Revolt, and now, Scott Pilgrim vs. The World, I hadn’t really thought critically about what this consistently meant — or if it had antecedents.

I don’t particularly want to argue about whether or not Cera is the same character in all his films.  I mean, he is.  No question.  While Feminist Music Geek points out that:

Cera’s screen persona tends to be defined by reticence, discomfort, displays of grave maturity that belie his age, and being put upon. Scott Pilgrim is supposed to be relentlessly youthful. Cera looks like he’s lived through 45 years of other people’s bullshit. But Cera struck a competent balance between how he’s defined himself and what’s expected of the role.

Nevertheless, he’s still playing a very slight — albeit necessary — version of the characters he’s played in other roles.  Stumbling, mumbling, lacking general self-confidence, pining after a girl but lacking the verbal resources and gumption to tell her so.  As those of you well-versed in this blog and its terminology, that’s his picture personality — the image of what Cera is based on the string of characters he has played thus far.

But here’s the kicker: there’s no outside.  By all accounts, paratexts, interviews, pictures, what have you, there is no “real” Cera behind the picture personality.  They are one and the same.

Now, several actors have built their success on versions of this idea — Gary Cooper, for example, was famous for just playing Gary Cooper onscreen.  Julia Roberts, Tom Cruise, Cary Grant, Will Smith — all of them have been cited as exemplars of this particular sort of “matching” between picture personality and extra-textual personality.  Of course, that’s part of what made them all stars: their “real” lives matched with their onscreen lives, making them more coherent, making their images more simple — which, in turn, makes each of them more likable.  People who like these stars aren’t stupid, just as people who like a really good steak or a perfect peach aren’t stupid.  The “taste” of each of these stars is so unified — so purely a manifestation of an authentic core, a pure “Gary Cooper-ness” — that it’s irresistible and near-universal.  But as much as Julia Robert’s real life seemed to compliment her screen persona — see, for example, her whirlwind romance with Kiefer Sutherland right after Pretty Woman hit big — she never was Vivian.  She wasn’t a prostitute.  They both had big curly hair and liked boys, but there was no 1-to-1 correlation.

Cera, however, is a different story.  He may not be a high school track athlete from Minnesota, but that doesn’t mean that we don’t disbelief the idea that the real Cera could have been. Nothing — and seriously, nothing — contradicts his onscreen roles.  In short: Cera’s offscreen “self”  is a pure extension of his picture personality.

You want evidence? Okay, let’s go.

As the Atlanta weatherman.

As the quirky cheek-kisser of Jason Schartzman.

Just chillaxing and getting a make-over with the cast of Jersey Shore

Improvising a song with Ellen Page for Jason Reitman the director of Juno

Trying to show that he’s not one-note on Letterman (most excellent clip of very young Cera on La Femme Nikita included; it does little show that when he tries to be “scary,” his “real self” shows through)

Ridiculously funny in the CBS web-series Clark and Michael

Interviewed “Between Two Ferns” by Zach Galifinakis on Funny or Die

Offering spectacular resume advice in “Impossible is the Opposite of Possible”

And I could go on and on.

Sophia Bush makes real life Cera feel awwwwwkwarddddd

To Note:

*The cadence, tone, and vocabulary in the above clips, all of them “extratextuals,” matches those of each of his film roles.

*Cera plays guitar; several of his film characters play guitar.

*His body never changes.  His face never changes.  His wardrobe never changes.  His hair never really changes.  No matter the film — save, of course, Year One and Youth in Revolt (see below). He looks the essentially the same today as he did when he started on Arrested Development.

*In the weatherman clip with Jason Schwartzman, he’s passive and awkward and uncomfortable, especially in comparison to the more outré partner in weather crime.  Exactly like he is in every single one of his films.

*He’s friends in real life with the people who play characters in his movies.  See also: Jonah Hill, Seth Rogen.

*He’s uncomfortable and out of place when faced with “cool,” social people of his own age (see: Jersey Shore).  His recourse = awkwardly interact, pretend to be cool himself, even if that means making himself look like a fool (even literally — see his hairstyle at the end of the segment) in his attempt. Of course, this a-sociality is at the heart of his charm, but it’s important to note that it’s consistent both on- and off- the big screen.

*The evidence that he hasn’t always played the same role (see La Femme Nikita) in fact reaffirms the fact that he can’t play any other role.  And certainly not someone evil.  Which might be why his turn as someone moderately evil (or at least cool and cunning) as the alter-ego in Youth in Revolt was intended as a source of comedy.

Now, I realize there are slippages — at least three major ones:

1.) The Girlfriend (???).

Paper Heart was supposedly a fictionalized account of the relationship between Cera and Charlyne Yi.  They may or may not have dated three years.  But Yi has denied that they ever “actually” dated, even though Cera has denied her denial.  Obviously the confusion was part of the intended aura surrounding the quasi-documentary.  But I love the idea of Cera thinking he’s in a relationship with someone and the girl denying it — which could totally be a Cera plot point.

Still, there’s no girlfriend in “real” Cera life.  But again, this is perfect: each of Cera’s movies is about getting a girl, but only at the film’s end.  We never really get to see Cera in an actual relationship — he’s either recovering from a break-up or striving for a girl or both.  To see him in the quotidien, contended relationship rhythms — even if it just meant holding hands at an awards show or premiere — would be out of character.

2.) The Arrested Development Reticence

In short, Cera has been the long hold-out on the Arrested Development movie, spear-headed by Jason Bateman.  The rest of the cast signed on years ago; only Cera held out.  Lainey Gossip attributes it to Cera’s prideful desire to build his own career.  Indeed, now that his last few films have underperformed, he’s publicly voiced his intent to join the cast.  So how do we read this?  Coupled with the fact that Cera apparently bad-mouthed Joseph Gordon-Levitt’s short film at Sundance, are we to take this as evidence of Cera’s inner prickishness?

I think this can be read two ways.  First, it’s been misinterpreted, or misreported.  Second, and more likely, is that it’s the part of the Cera picture personality that comes out when he gains a modicum of power.  It’s the part of Scott Pilgrim that cheats on Knives and can’t muster the courage to break up with her.  It’s the part of Evan in Superbad that abandons his friends when they’re in trouble.  There’s an inherent selfishness and self-absorption that comes with the pursuit of unrequited love.

3.) Year One???

So I haven’t seen this film. Why?  It’s supposedly horrendous.  Like really and truly unwatchable.  Cera and Jack Black as……CAVE MEN!  But here’s the thing: at least judging from the preview and clips I’ve seen, it’s just the same Cera personality, only in caveman clothes.

Like it’s Halloween on the set of Superbad or something.  But recall: this film was a flop.  We might attribute it to bad screenwriting, but as both Transformers and G.I. Joe attest, a bad movie does not necessarily entail a flop.  Obviously, people weren’t into seeing Cera in a role in which he didn’t wear a hoodie and Converse.  See also: Youth in Revolt, in which Cera “plays bad” for half the film.  Big underperformer, even though it’s still half filled with vintage Cera.  The lesson = audiences want their Cera persona served straight up, sans period costuming or evil dopplegangers.

The conclusion, then, and the way that I hooked you into clicking through to this blog post, is that Cera is this generation’s Buster Keaton.  He doesn’t have the same performance style; he’s not as funny. But that’s not the point. Cera, like Keaton, is a comedian with no “outside.”

Keaton was one of the most accomplished (and my personal favorite) of the silent comedians — you can watch him here in one of my favorite of his short films, One Week.

As evidenced above, Keaton’s trademark was his straight face.  In fact, it was so much a part of his picture personality — and his general appeal as a comedian — that his studio contract stipulated that he not smile in public.

Now, I don’t know exactly how this was accomplished (by all accounts, Keaton was a dour drunk in real life, so it might not have been too much of a stretch) but the effect was a clear, visual, one-to-one correlation Keaton’s picture personality and “real” self.

Even the 1920s version of the Youtube Video — aka the publicity photo — used Keaton’s picture personality to its advantage, as displayed in the shot below, taken to publicize Keaton’s move to MGM.

And when Keaton was desperate for money in later years, his picture personality was exploited once again — this time for Levy’s Rye bread.

Of course, Keaton was not altogether unique.  Charlie Chaplin had a similarly unified picture personality centered on his depiction of “The Tramp” — but his un-Trampish antics off-screen were widely reported, including his multiple romances and marriage to a 16-year-old girl.  The early silent comedians were part of a Hollywood that relied upon extremely close relation between picture and extra-textual personalities — see, for example, the star images of Gloria Swanson, Pola Negri, and Theda Bara.

Casting “against type” would not become  a popular practice until the studio system.  But casting against type was, and remains, the provenance of dramatic actors, as the ability to convincingly play different personalities and personas helps emphasize an actor’s dramatic (not comedic) talent.  And while we generally associate dramatic transformation to those actors practicing The Method, that’s a relatively recent phenomenon.  In the case of Bette Davis, this talent and hard work — her ability to play the bitch, the sympathetic mother, the Jezebel, the self-sacrificing woman — reinforced her overarching star image as a diligent, talented, hard-working actress.

Even now, a “good” actor, even a good popular actor, is someone who can convincingly play good and bad.  Take Tom Cruise’s turn in Collateral, or Magnolia, for which he was nominated for an Oscar: proof-positive that he was more than just Tom Cruise playing Tom Cruise.

For comedians, however, it’s an entirely different game.  When Robin Williams played “evil” in One Hour Photo, audiences didn’t know what to do with him.  When Seth Rogen was a complete asshole in Observe & Report, again, people didn’t know what to do with him.  John C. Reilly can do both evil and funny, but he’s a character actor.  Will Ferrell always has to be the same guy — even when he’s an Elf, he’s the same guy.  But he is married — to a total Swedish babe — and has a child, things his own characters may or may not do (maybe in Tallendega Nights?)  Russell Brand seems to be the guy he plays in Forgetting Sarah Marshall in real life, although he will be appearing in Julie Taymor’s vision of The Tempest shortly.  Sascha Baron Cohen not only has three distinct picture personalities, but an entirely “serious” and real self that has babies and gives straight interviews on Fresh Air.

My conclusion?  We’re generally less interested in comedians extra-textual lives, as what makes them compelling — their humor — is difficult to generate off-screen.  Steve Martin, Martin Sheen, Billy Crystal, Eddie Murphy — we know relatively little about their real lives.  But in the contemporary star environment, there’s no such thing as not being interested in someone’s extra-textual persona.  You can’t just do a few talk shows and call it good.  Extratextuals — making viral videos, doing off-kilter promotions — are just as, if not more, crucial in publicizing a movie as any trailer or billboard or interview.  Stars are no longer contracted to the studios, but the current film environment is precarious and unstable; someone like Cera (and his films) will only thrive if he can keep up the consistency and basically provide sequels of himself, on-screen and off.

The necessity of Keaton’s particularly unified image said a lot about the state of silent cinema and the state of stardom during the period, and the same principle holds for Cera. The necessity for such coherency reveals more about the state of the industry (and our current needs in order to be drawn to a film or persona) then it does about Cera himself.



Back to School Links!

What I’ve been thinking about and reading the past few weeks –

If you have knowledge of art history (or if you don’t, and just like to think about the representations of fridges in film), see Paul Gansky on “Kitchen Monoliths: Memories of Domestic Minimalism.”

Jonathan Gray reports on how Deadwood is sold (via Chinese pirates) in Malawi — and what it says about global flows of information.

If, like me, you’re chewing off your fingernails in anticipation for Scorsese’s Boardwalk Empire, this behind-the-scenes promo should prove some sort of salve.

Michael Newman, who recaps every week of Mad Men, provides an excellent read on the show’s use of irony in my favorite episode of the season thus far.  The post is so appropriately titled “I would get her so pregnant.”

These 1910 COLOR photos from Russia are just ravishing.

17 Happy Rom-Coms That Are Actually Horrible and Cruel, including His Girl Friday.

The US Weekly-ification of The Hollywood Reporter, featuring a bit of good ol’ fashioned Jen-Aniston-bashing.

Speaking of which, The Sports Guy has a damn fine argument for why she doesn’t get married.  (scroll half-way down)

Jeffrey Sconce on Trucks! Need I say more.

Anne Thompson does a Career Check-Up on Julia Roberts; declares her a-okay.

The New York Times explores the appeal of Katy Perry, but doesn’t quite answer why I seem to find that new ‘Teenage Dream’ song so abjectly appealing.

Finally, Slate’s Cultural Gabfest, featuring one of my favorite film critics, Dana Stevens, is the best, most insightful, and, quite often, funniest podcast out there, and I cannot recommend it more highly.  Last week’s on ‘Eat, Pray, Vomit’ is particularly hilarious.  Check it out.

“Tells the Facts and Names the Names”

I’ve written on Confidential before, but on a much more cursory level.  Below you’ll find the culmination of the chapter on which I’ve been working (and of which the ‘Problem Star’ series has been a part), detailing the rise and fall of the magazine that fundamentally altered the way the gossip industry did business.  Stay tuned: as the end paragraph promises, there’s much Liz Taylor (and continued scandal) to come.

Garish, brassy, and brimming with punning innuendo, Confidential Magazine pledged to “tell the facts and name the names” — who was having sex with who, who was covering up hidden pasts, who was secretly flaunting societal rules.  Confidential suggested, to an audience that quickly reached over four million an issue, that sexual and moral deviance ran rampant in Hollywood. In this way, it not only countered the wholesome narratives of traditional, conservative gossip outlets, but rendered them absurd.  The mercurial rise of the magazine bespoke a hunger for this type of coverage — one that, once whetted, would not be sated by traditional reporting tactics.  In 1958, “The Trial of the 100 Stars” forced Confidential publisher Robert Harrison to sell off the magazine, effectively neutering it in the process.  Yet its success forced mainstream publications to alter their tone, style, and subject matter to better fit readers’ new-found taste for smut and scandal, and precipitated the rise in weekly tabloids, such as The National Enquirer, in the late 1960s.

In just four years, Confidential set new standards for the collection, mediation, and consumption of gossip.  By extension, it altered the way that Americans consumed stars — along with their attitudes towards and expectations of them.  And as the stars fell from grace, so too did their ability to reliably anchor a picture.  Confidential proved that scandal sold magazines, but it did not necessarily sell movie tickets.  In 1958, the gossip and film industries were still dependent upon one another.  But the relationship demanded reconfiguration:  as the fan mags broadened their focus to singers, television personalities, and president’s wives, Hollywood was increasingly relying on special effects and pre-sold properties.  Ultimately, Confidential’s “reign” marked the end of close symbiosis between the two industries,  and signaled the beginning of the slow demise of the classic fan magazine.

The narrative of Confidential has been well-rehearsed.  Harrison started as a newsboy at the notoriously smutty New York Graphic, where he ran errands for Walter Winchell. Trained in the trade, he began publishing various “cheesecake” mags when paper rations lifted following World War II.  But the profits were negligible, and Harrison was under pressure from the postal service, which threatened to revoke his mailing permit for mailing obscene material.  Harrison had watched his staff mesmerized by the Kefauver Hearings, which put members of the organized crime syndicate, including Frank Costello, on the stand for the nation to see.  Such unabashed fascination prompted Harrison to start a magazine based entirely on finding such inside stories—exposing that which would otherwise be “confidential.” The magazine that followed traded on the unsettled moral milieu of the ‘50s, specializing in stories that insinuated homosexuality, miscegenation, and aggressive female sexuality.  No public figure, in or outside of Hollywood, was immune: as Harrison proclaimed, “once a person becomes a public character, he belongs to his public insofar as what he does. They’ve made him.  Hence, in my opinion, he’s fair game, because his income is coming from the very fact that he’s a public property.”[i]

An early issue of Confidential -- focused on celebrities, not Hollywood stars.

With an initial run of 150,000, Confidential peppered its coverage of public figures with stories of “racketeering, consumer scams, and political peccadilloes.”[ii] But it wasn’t until the third issue, dated August 1953, that Confidential would focus on Hollywood, placing Marilyn Monroe on the cover.

The headline inside promised to reveal “Why Joe DiMaggio is Striking Out with Marilyn Monroe!”, and circulation jumped to 800,000.[iii] Importantly, the story named DiMaggio’s rival for Monroe’s affections: 20th Century Fox co-founder Joe Schenck, who Monroe supposedly referred to as “daddy.”  The jab was well-placed — Schneck was notoriously sensitive about his public image.  The attack thus underlined Confidential’s willingness to alienate any and everyone in Hollywood, no matter their stature.  As Henry E. Scott concludes, The Monroe Story, “was a clear sign that Confidential wasn’t going to play by the unwritten rules” that had theretofore governed the gossip industry.[iv]

Harrison was savvy to the power dynamics at play in the gossip industry.   He immediately curried favor with Walter Winchell: in April 1953, Confidential featured a condemnation of Josephine Baker, who had recently bad-mouthed Winchell.  Winchell was delighted; over the coming months, he  “plugged the magazine so hard that, for a time, it was rumored he had money it.”[v] Harrison also recognized Confidential’s role as an alternative to the sappy, moralizing fan magazines and fluffy profiles in popular magazines.  In the January 1955 issue, for example, Confidential queried “Does Desi Really Love Lucy?”  The accompanying article detailed a tryst between Arnaz and a well-known Hollywood call-girl in 1944, when the two were separated.  The issue hit newsstands the very same month that the cover of Look featured “Lucy and Desi, TV’s Favorite Family!”[vi]

With Winchell’s endorsement and established role as fan magazine “antidote,” sales boomed. The July 1955 issue sold 3.7 million copies, setting the record for single-issue sales and outpacing both Reader’s Digest and Ladies Home Journal in newsstand purchases.[vii] Confidential’s success was rooted in Harrison’s keen understanding of both the art of titillation and of the specifics of libel law.  Harrison knew that the magazine had to deliver on its promise of scandalous revelation, and certainly would not receive “the goods” by relying on agents or studio publicity departments.  Instead of cultivating a relationship with the studios, Harrison gleaned content through a network of informants, ranging from bell-check boys to call-girls, who provided the foundational truths for stories that he and his staff would then flesh out with the trademark Confidential style.[viii] In this way, Harrison supplanted the need for studio cooperation — and the resultant obligation to toe the publicist line — with his own stream of information and content.

The Confidential house style was laden with elaborate, pun-inflected alliteration, and allowed stories to suggest, rather than state, the existence of scandal.  They also rendered Confidential copy quite hilarious; headlines such as “Orson Welles, His Chocolate Bon Bon and the Whoopsy Waiter” provided the push-off for what Harrison termed “the toboggan ride” of each article.[ix] And if the content was funny, it did not, strictly speaking, “appeal to prurient interests” — a basic qualification for a product to be labeled obscene, and one that would come in handy when the magazine was taken to court.  While not all Confidential stories were strictly true, they were always rooted in fact.  Frank Sinatra may not have eaten Wheaties to maintain his stature as “Tarzan of the Boudoir,” as Confidential alleged in 1956, but he did sleep with a call girl who related her experience, breakfast and all, to one of the magazine’s reporters.[x] The Wheaties were just for laughs — and provided the most opaque of covers for the real scandal, which was the presence of a young woman, not his wife, at breakfast time.

Harrison understood the power of documentation: if he could prove that an event, however scandalous, had occurred, it would be immune from libel.  He thus pursued the “state-of-the-art” in audio and visual surveillance technology.[xi] He hired private investigators across the globe who both unearthed dirt themselves and confirmed stories brought in by paid tipsters; other informants were asked to sign affidavits attesting to the veracity of their claims.[xii] Harrison’s lawyer also advised Harrison to “print slightly less than [he] knew” — thus maintaining leverage over stars, studios, and agents that might be tempted to sue.  According to Frank Otash, one of Harrison’s long-time investigators, “what Confidential actually published was ‘pretty thin stuff’ compared to what he and others had turned up.”[xiii] Most famously, Harrison forged a deal with agent Henry Willson, trading proof of Rock Hudson’s homosexuality for an expose of Rory Calhoun’s convict past.[xiv]

As documented by Mary Desjardins, Confidential’s aesthetics and narrative methodology relied heavily on “practices of recycling, combining, [and] recombining.”[xv] Stories would regularly use established fact, such as Fatty Arbuckle’s murder trial, to infuse speculative stories with smutty-undertones.  These “recycled” narratives “contained important omissions, combined several events that had no causal relationship,” and employed aesthetic flair, including loud font size and color and exclamation marks, to add further suggestiveness.[xvi] Confidential’s trademark blue, red, and yellow color scheme was paired with black and white photos, cropped to fit the narrative’s need, to form a sort of “smut decoupage.”

Examples of "Smut Decoupage."

Confidential also perfected the now-common practice of recaptioning an unflattering or unkempt photo of a celebrity to substantiate the innuendo of the article.[xvii] As Desjardins notes, these “composite truth stories” possessed enormous “truth value,” presenting “plausible chronologies for events that had a ring of truth about them because readers had probably encountered some aspect of them before in newspapers gossip columns, traditional fan magazines,” etc.[xviii] The gossip industry had historically depended on the studios to provide photos of the stars, whether on set or at leisure.  With no studio ties, Confidential was forced to rely on haphazard, unauthorized photographs.  It just so happened that most were unflattering and easily manipulated to serve the magazine’s narrative purpose, with a certain aesthetic quality infinitely more suggestive of a dirty secret revealed.  The demand for this type of unauthorized photos — the more suggestive the better — would soon coalesce into the paparazzi culture as we know it.

Proof of Confidential’s salience was in its imitators: dozens of publications and hundreds of “one-shots” promised disclosure in the Confidential vein, variously named Uncensored, Inside Story, On the QT, Behind the Scene, Hush-Hush, and Exposed. Harrison was familiar the desire for “second-tier,” even pulpier knock-offs, and promoted his own iteration, Whisper, to attract an additional 700,000 in sales.[xix] From 1955-1956, several mainstream newspapers and magazines profiled Harrison and the magazine; the publisher boasted that Confidential would fight, and win, any suit against it.   It also sparked attracted virulent condemnation: a lawyer representing several subjects of the magazine proclaimed “These magazines are a major threat to the movie industry….We’ll hound them through every court in the country…We’ll sue the publishers, the writers, the printers, the distributors.  We’ll even sue the vendors.  This smut is going to stop.”[xx]

But stop it did not.  Lacking immediate recourse, Hollywood attacked Confidential in other ways.  In July 1955, Photoplay responded to the incursion of Confidential and the scandal magazines.  Carefully avoiding the mention of names, Photoplay suggests that the scandal magazines’ tactics are unethical and manipulative, their readers naive and impressionable.  To this end, the editor relates the story of one reader, whose daughter “had read your excellent article telling about Burt Lancaster’s wonderful home life.” But “now she brings into our house an article that makes Mr. Lancaster appear to be a man of little principle.” The daughter didn’t know what to think: “I’ve told her not to believe the article,” the mother relates, “but the disillusionment still stands.”[xxi] The daughter was responding to a discourse that undercut that proffered by Photoplay, and the resultant disillusionment and confusion typified the reaction to Confidential and its ilk.  Should fans now question all that they’ve ever read and believed about their idols?

Photoplay reassured readers that “We must all admit the existence of good and bad persons, even the coexistence of good and bad in individuals.  Motion picture stars are no exception.”  With that said, “much has been written that is pure speculation….Even more has been written revealing scandal, dug from the archives of the past, which has no bearing on the person the star has become.”  Photoplay concludes by advising the mother that “if you seek to believe the worst in human beings, motion-picture stars not excluded, you can find something bad in everyone.  But there is more good than bad in most everyone, and on this truth Photoplay stands.”  In other words, the fan who seeks such information — who purchases Confidential — will be disillusioned.  But the fan who wants to know “the good”— the “truth” of the star’s soul — will stick with Photoplay.  The decision is the reader’s: choose good or choose evil.

This moral is reproduced in MGM’s 1956 film Slander, whose narrative rotates around a scandal magazine obviously modeled after Confidential and the effects of an expose on a young Hollywood star.  The film labors to frame the scandal magazine, its tactics, and its morals as unaccountably evil.  To ensure the viewer understands the evil at work, the publisher is killed by his own mother at film’s end, while the star takes to television to proselytize against the purchase of similar magazines.[xxii] The film “made it clear that Hollywood put the blame on the public” for propagating scandal; the impetus was upon the reader to stop supplying the demand to which publishers catered.[xxiii] By asking readers to judge themselves instead of judging the stars, both Photoplay and Slander were attempting to distract from the actual revelations.

Photoplay helped readers “choose the good” by providing space for stars to “tell their own side of the story.”  In 1955, Robert Mitchum sued Confidential for $1 million over his depiction in the story “The Nude Who Comes to Dinner.”[xxiv]


In “Robert Mitchum, The Man Who Dared To Sue,” Photoplay affirmed the star’s gumption and motivation: “The stake, Bob says, is not money — it’s the honor and good name of his family.”[xxv] Like several other articles of the period, the article emphasizes the lack of collective action on the part of Hollywood.  Most stars hesitated to even issue formal denials of stories, lest they “dignify” the claims in the process.  In reality, the stars had little recourse: some were scared of what other dirt Confidential might spread on their name, while others understood that a suit would only further propagate the scandal; to fight was to dig yourself deeper.   What’s more, as Desjardins explains, “if the celebrity had not suffered pecuniary loss, the libelous material had to be defamatory on its face.  In other words, it must be defamatory without the need of innuendo or inducement” — which, in the case of Confidential, would be extraordinarily difficult to prove.[xxvi] In Photoplay’s hands, Mitchum emerges as the savior — or at least the bravest — of the stars, protecting the honor of the entire industry.

Confidential's Report on Kim Novak

Other stars simply used Photoplay to generate counter-discourse which would hopefully trump the scandal.  In “Kim Novak: Stabbed By Scandal,” the star “personally asked Photoplay“ to tell the “true story” of her discovery.[xxvii] Novak had been “scandalously painted as an ambition-driven girl who let nothing stand in the way of a film career,” e.g. Confidential suggested that she had slept her way to the top.  The article counters the Confidential narrative with Novak’s version of the “hard work” that led to her career.   The article strains to frame scandal-mongers as “envious, grasping men” who “cowardly hide behind an anonymous name.”  For Photoplay, the true scandal is not Novak’s behavior, but the nefarious men who conjure such material — and spread their lies to the reading public.

When Confidential exposed Rory Calhoun’s past as a juvenile delinquent, the star used Photoplay to proclaim his reformation, employing a narrative of growth and moral maturation with which Photoplay was well-versed.  The article, published under Calhoun’s name, advises young delinquents to steer clear of trouble: “I have since had to pay the price for every mistake I ever made,” Calhoun admits, “I had to bring shame and suffering to the people who were close to me when I admitted to the world that I had a prison record.”[xxviii] Calhoun then psychologizes his behavior, explaining that he was raised by a single mother and lacked guidance.  At 19, however, he found God, made friends with a chaplain, paid off his debt to society, and was baptized in a train station bathroom.  Calhoun is now thoroughly reformed, as affirmed by the close of the article, which encourages readers to “BE SURE TO SEE: RORY CALHOUN IN COLUMBIA’S UTAH BLAINE!”  Photoplay counter-Confidential methodology was straightforward: never dignify the magazine with a mention, but provide a space in which the stars could apply Photoplay’s trademark psychology and moralizing to form a defense and encourage readers to patronize the star’s films.  While some readers certainly bought such defenses, Confidential’s numbers continued to claim.  Scandal sold; moralizing defenses also sold — just not nearly as well.

Harrison continued to gain gumption, braving to proclaim “Why Liberace’s Theme Song Should Be Mad About the Boy” on the cover of its July 1957 issue.[xxix] But the stars and their studios had lost their patience.  The studios purportedly began plotting a counter-attack in early 1957, funneling money into a secret fund, to be directed towards the California Attorney General with the explicit purpose of “getting [Confidential] at all costs.”[xxx] It was a war without visible armies: the stars could not see the enemy, and never knew when, or how, it would strike.  Many decried it, but it was impossible to ignore: as Humphrey Bogart famously quipped, “Everyone in Hollywood reads Confidential, but they say the maid brought it in the house.”[xxxi]

This frustration came to a head in May 1957, when a California Grand Jury indicted Confidential and its subsidiaries with conspiracy to commit libel and conspiracy to publish obscene material.[xxxii] This was the trial that Harrison had been long anticipating, and he fired back with gusto.  The defense subpoenaed hundreds of stars; many fled the state, but others were forced to take the stand and officially associate themselves with the magazine and scandal.  Confidential stories were repeatedly read aloud in court to uproarious effect; the jury took a field trip to Graumann’s Theater to watch a re-enactment of the “alleged love scene” between Maureen O’Hara and a “Latin Lothario.”

The trial was front page news in Los Angeles and reported across the nation; the “serious” press was now propagating these stories, camouflaged as “legal reporting.”[xxxiii] In other words, the trial became a media spectacle, putting Confidential’s name was on everyone’s lips.  The plan to silence the magazine and mute its allure had not only failed, but backfired.

Highlighting the magazine’s investigative and surveillance tactics, the prosecution charged that Confidential not only dug up old scandals, but set the stage to create new ones.  In other words, Confidential was a “smut factory” — generating scandal so that they could then cover it.[xxxiv] Confidential’s defense team crafted a cunning response, claiming that 1) Confidential’s material was far less “morally contaminating” than other publications, including the bestselling novel Peyton Place, and 2) the magazine was actually performing a public service, broadcasting the “truth” about stars, whereas the studios had long disillusioned the public with falsified fairy tales, inspiring millions to worship “false idols.”  By illuminating those lies, Confidential was performing a public service. In essence, Confidential was charging that the studios had long “systematized” their own star discourse; now that they were no longer able to do so, they were attacking the publication that had stolen and improved upon their tactics.[xxxv]

Nevertheless, the jury hung after fifteen days of deliberation, and the judge declared a mistrial.  A retrial was scheduled, but both sides had had enough.  A deal was struck: the studios would drop their charges; the magazine would stop covering the stars.  In May of 1958, Harrison sold the magazine to other interests.  The magazine still looked the same, but stripped of its investigative arm, it lacked the bite — and actual exposes — that incited its rise.  The damage, however, had been done.  From 1958 onward, even the traditional fan magazines were forced to alter their style and content to cater to appetites now oriented towards scandal.

Confidential in 1962: Still looks the same, but lacking the bite.

The Confidential trial capped a ten-year period in which the stars became progressively resistant to the gossip industry.  It was increasingly clear that the old ways of mediating stars were no longer cost effective: the stars refused to offer their services and interviews for free, apart from a select exceptions, such as Rock Hudson, the studios no longer forced them to do so.  What Confidential offered, then, was a new business plan.  The mainstream gossip industry may have decried the expose magazines, calling their tactics unethical and their content immoral.  But Confidential showed that the gossip industry need not be dependent upon the sickly film industry; the fate of Hollywood need not be the fate of the magazines.  Instead of bemoaning the fall of the stars, they could profit from it; instead of laboring to counter bad behavior, they could put it on the cover.  They could also take a page from Confidential in terms of potential content, expanding coverage to an endless supply of television, music, political, and royal celebrities.  And with Confidential essentially out of the business, there was a gaping hole for the mainstream magazines could attempt to fill.

This style fit the new generation of fan magazines readers, who cared less for nostalgic tales of old Hollywood and more for photos of young singing sensation Pat Boone.  Photoplay would term its new approach a “broader look” to the future of stardom.  As the next chapter will show, this “broader look,” — specifically, the type and tenor of stories mainstream magazines were willing to publish — would guide the gossip industry through the 1960s and ‘70s and its increasing de-articulation from the film industry.  The magazines would have plenty of content, as the stars themselves realized that scandal did not harm their careers, but functioned as a form of a publicity as important as any in establishing an image.

Confidential was no fluke success.  It built on the wreckage of star scandals and scandalous star images following the war, and established a foundation on which future publications, whether The Enquirer or TMZ, could flourish.  It forever changed the contours and character of the gossip industry, but the ground had been well-plowed in preparation for it to sow its scandalous seeds.  And as the actions of Liz Taylor would soon prove, it was ground that would prove to be unceasingly fertile.  Hollywood’s misfortune — and the fall of the stars — would prove the gossip industry’s feast.


[i] “Fair Game: Interview with Robert Harrison,” Writer’s Yearbook, 1956, 20.

[ii] Mary Desjardins, “Systematizing Scandal: Confidential Magazine, Stardom, and the State

of California,” in Headline Hollywood, David A. Cook and Adrienne McLean, eds, (New Brunswick: Rutgers University Press, 2001), 208.

[iii] Henry E. Scott, Shocking True Story: The Rise and Fall of Confidential (Pantheon Books: New York, 2010), 6.

[iv] Ibid.

[v] Scott 23; Richard Gehman, “Confidential File on Confidential,” Esquire, Nov. 1956, 145.

[vi] Scott 55.

[vii] J. Howard Rutledge, “Gossipy Private Peeks at Celebrities’ Lives Start Magazine Bonanza” Wall Street Journal, July 5, 1955, 1.

[viii] Harrison would pay $4500 for a big article, $1000 for an outline, and $500 for a picture.  See Rutledge 1.

[ix] “We went someone to get interested right away,” Harrison revealed, “and not get off that toboggan until they are through.”  See “Fair Game,” 23.

[x] Samuel Bernstein, Mr. Confidential: The Man, His Magazine & The Movieland Massacre that Changed Hollywood Forever (Walford Press: New York, 2006), 88-90.

[xi] Desjardins 206-231.

[xii] Scott 38; Desjardins 210.

[xiii] Scott 40.

[xiv] See Robert Hofler, The Man Who Invented Rock Hudson: The Pretty Boys and Dirty Deals of Henry Willson (Caroll & Graff: New York, 2005).

[xv] Desjardins 211.

[xvi] Ibid.

[xvii] Ibid.

[xviii] Desjardins 212.

[xix] Desjardins 208; J. Howard Rutledge, “Sin & Sex: Gossipy Private Peek At Celebrities’ Lives Start Magazine Bonanza,” Wall Street Journal, July 5, 1955.

[xx] Jack Olson, “Smeared Stars Fight Back,” Chicago Sun-Times, October 22, 1955, 6.

[xxi] Ann Higgenbothom, “Scandal in Hollywood,” July 1955, Photoplay, 29.

[xxii] Slide 181.

[xxiii] Peter Baker,  “When Public Lives Are Private Property,” Films and Filming, March 1957, 12.

[xxiv] The story describes Mitchum stripping naked at a party, “dressing himself” with ketchup, and declaring himself a hamburger.

[xxv] David Albright, “Robert Mitchum: The Man Who Dared to Sue,” Photoplay, Jan. 1956, 36.

[xxvi] “Under a special civil code in California law, which exemplified the degree to which the first amendment concept was held sacred, if the judge or jury believed that the article was susceptible to an innocent as well as defamatory interpretation, it was highly likely that the ruling would be in favor of the defendant.” Desjardins 208-209.

[xxvii] Tex Maddox, “Kim Novak: Stabbed by Scandal,” Photoplay, Feb. 1956, 54.

[xxviii] Rory Calhoun, “Look, Kid, How Stupid Can You Be?” Photoplay, Feb. 1957, 48.

[xxix] Liberace would successfully sue Confidential for libel.

[xxx] “Laxity of Studios Charged in Trial,” New York Times, Aug 27 1957, 43.

[xxxi] “Scandal Sheet in Court,” New York Times, Aug 18 1957, E2.

[xxxii] Coupling the two charges was no mistake.  As Desjardins explains,  “Yoking the charge to conspiracy to publish obscene material worked as contaminating factor in two ways.  It put the case into a social arena in which the magazine might be judged as a moral contaminant in society (as moral crusade discourses usually described obscenity) and it ‘contaminated’ the libel charge, potentially predisposing jurors to find the magazine’s whole operation sleazy and therefore to fine its stories malicious in intent and its reporting of  private acts outrageous and of no social value” (220).

[xxxiii] Jack Smith, ‘”Love Scene Re-Enacted,” Los Angeles Times, Aug 17, 1957, 1.

[xxxiv] Desjardins 221.

[xxxv] Desjardins 221.

Hollywood Glamour Meets the Domestic

Hollywood vs. Marilyn Monroe

Another entry in the “Problem Stars” Series — and the last star study of this chapter of my dissertation.  Please excuse the haphazard citations, but please enjoy the images.  Again, comments and suggestions are very welcome.

According to Billy Wilder, Marilyn Monroe had “flesh impact” — a rare quality, shared, in Wilder’s opinion, only with the likes of Clara Bow, Jean Harlow, and Rita Hayworth.  “Flesh impact” meant having “flesh which photographs like flesh. You feel you can reach out and touch it.”[i] Whether or not it was “flesh impact,” Monroe clearly possessed something indelible.  But she also had business acumen, personal volition, and a startling, if subtle, awareness of her own image.  She made her studio, 20th Century Fox, a tremendous amount of money when predictable hits were few and far between: as classic stars failed to draw audiences, she seemed to promise that new ones could still be cultivated.  But Monroe was no meek studio star.  She tested the weakened boundaries that governed star contracts in the early ‘50s, and fled Hollywood, formed her own production company, and chose her own projects.  Monroe also “acted out what mattered” to people in the 1950s — which is to say, she acted out sex — and did so in a manner that seemed to heighten and soothe anxieties about sexuality during the era.  As a result, she also proved a singular challenge to the gossip industry, which had little experience in processing an image of which sexuality was so forthrightly a part.

Ostensibly, Monroe was a fan magazine’s dream: under contract to 20th Century Fox during her rise to stardom, she participated in myriad interviews, confessionals, and domestic ‘exposes’ between 1952 and 1955.  But the current of sexuality that ran through the Monroe image stymied attempts to fit her within the dominant paradigm of female stardom of the time, exemplified by domesticated mothers Janet Leigh and Esther Williams.  When Monroe declared her desire to be a normal housewife, such words still emanated from her seemingly perpetually half-open mouth, with her trademark breathy voice, from her body, all of which were laden with the signification of sex.

For stars such as Ingrid Bergman, the sudden visibility of sexuality created scandal. For Monroe, sexuality was the very foundation of her star image, and her studio, her agent, and Monroe herself had no qualms about forwarding that image.  Ten years before, that image never would have been possible, let alone palatable.  In the 1950s, however, her image reconciled innocence and sexuality — the amalgamation of the virgin and the whore — in a manner that seemed to arouse and appease sexual appetites without guilt or shame.  How, then, could the historically conservative fan magazines profile her?  How could they alter their attitudes towards explicit sexuality?  They certainly could not decry and condemn the most popular star in the nation.  Instead, they employed three rhetorical tactics: 1) pseudo-psychologizing Monroe’s behavior, using details of her past to explain her current actions; 2) framing her as an object to be pitied — the lonely flip side of life as a sex object; 3) explicitly dividing Monroe into parts: one sexual, the other innocent.

Monroe spent most of her life traded amongst foster homes and extended family, dropping out of school to marry the son of a next-door-neighbor, getting a start in modeling, divorcing, and posing for cheesecake photos before eventually scrapping her way to the top of the Hollywood heap.[ii] In 1949-1950, with the help of boyfriend/William Morris agent Johnny Hyde, Monroe landed a string of bit-parts before winning a small but significant turn in All About Eve, in which she played  “a breathless if somewhat dim-witted” actress, willing to “make herself available to nice men if it might advance her career.”[iii] The part established the ground note of Monroe’s image and picture personality.  Over the next five years, her roles would prove variations on the selfsame theme.

Hyde was dying, but he set the table for the feast that would be Monroe’s future, arranging private acting lessons and fostering connections between the star and the gossip industry, which would lead to a Photoplay profile in September 1950.  In December, Hyde secured Monroe a seven-year contract with Fox.  He would die before the end of the month, but Monroe’s future was secure.  Her film roles remained, for a time, unremarkable, yet her exposure was growing: Stars and Stripes, the magazine for soldiers in Korea, “featured a Monroe on its front page every day,” she appeared on the covers of Look and Life, she was declared “the Nation’s number one sex thrill” and “the hottest topic of conversation in Hollywood.”[iv] Various “Monroe-isms” — “I never suntan because I love feeling blonde all over,” etc. — were in wide circulation.  A high-profile romance with Joe DiMaggio made her a fixture in the gossip columns. Theater owners billed her over classic stars Ginger Rogers and Cary Grant, and Fox raised her loan-out rate to $100,000 a picture.[v] Where ever the Monroe name and image appeared — on the screen, in the pages — profits followed.

Conflicted reactions to Monroe’s explicit sexuality quickly began to circulate.  A Photoplay reader complained that Monroe “seems to think that the only way she can get noticed is to shed her clothes,” yet conceded “I don’t mean that she should hide those gorgeous curves…but she doesn’t have to disrobe to appeal to us men.  I enjoy looking at her, who wouldn’t?”[vi] This reader, like many other fans, was drawn to Monroe, yet conflicted about her overt violation of social mores.  His internal struggle mirrors that of the gossip industry, which found themselves attracted to the readership and profits that Monroe copy would offer, even as the star’s image conflicted with every standard theretofore set for magazine and its subjects.

Photoplay addressed the conflict head-on with an November 1952 article, ostensibly penned by Monroe herself.  While Photoplay had published treatments of the star in the past, this article would form the true foundation of its future treatment, attempting to establish the star as vulnerable, lonely, afflicted by a troubled past, and forced to rely on sexuality due to the lack of female guidance in her life. “I Want Women to Like Me,” addressed apparently animosity towards Monroe on the part of female fans — presumably because they disliked the way that the star affected the men in their lives.[vii] Monroe confesses, “I have never, in my whole life, had but two women who were outright kind to me.  I had no family life in my childhood…I was separated from my mother not long afterward.”[viii] Monroe proceeds to play to female readers’ concerns about her actions, admitting,

Up until now, I’ve felt that as long as I harmed no other person and lived within the bounds of good taste, I could do pretty much as I pleased.  But I find that isn’t really true.  There’s a thing called society that you have to enter into, and society is run by women.  Until now, I’ve never known one thing about typical ‘feminine activities.’ … All I know about cooking is how to broil a fine steak and make a good salad.  That, you see, is all any man wants for dinner…I don’t sew.  I don’t garden.  But now… I’m beginning to realize that I’m missing something.”

That missing something: female friendship.[ix] Through its use of biographical tragedy and lack, “I Want Women To Like Me” invites reader to think of Monroe as a human, not simply the object of their husbands’ affections.  Photoplay and Fox understood that Monroe’s appeal was lopsided; for her to become an authentic star (and not just a sex object), Monroe’s intrinsic sexuality needed to be complimented with an authentic sense of humanity, supported by a plea for protection and affection.  The strategy that would go on to structure Monroe’s sustained success.

In 1953-1954 marked the height of Monroe fever — a symptom of America’s fascination with sexuality, but also a catalyst for that fascination.  Monroe appeared in a a quick succession of films — Niagara, Gentleman Prefer Blondes, and How to Marry a Millionaire — that refined her unique brand of innocent sex appeal.  She was Photoplay’s Star of the Year, and, in January 1954, married Joe DiMaggio.[x] 1953 was also “a year of extraordinarily compelling significance in the history of sexuality”: Kinsey released his report on women, inciting “the most massive press reception ever accorded a scientific treatise,” and Playboy published its first issue, with Monroe on the cover.[xi]

The cover featured a picture of Monroe as Grand Marshall of the 1952 Miss America Parade.  Monroe’s dress featured a plunging neckline that sparked intense debate at the time — and evoked a brazen, guilt-less sexuality that Playboy wished to associate with its fledgling brand.  But the money shot was the magazine’s very first centerfold: a reprint of Monroe, posing nude, from the “Golden Dreams” calendar.  Monroe had posed for art photographer Tom Kelley in 1948; the photos were subsequently reprinted in numerous calendars, of which “Golden Dreams” was the most famous.

When Monroe’s star rose in the early ‘50s, she was identified as the model in the photos. Her response to the revelation became as fundamental to her image as the photos themselves.  Instead of attempting to avoid or deny the rumors, Monroe answered them head-on: she had been “hungry,” was “three weeks behind with [her] rent,” and had insisted that Kelley’s wife be present.  “I’m not ashamed of it,” she averred. “I’ve done nothing wrong.” Hedda Hopper would deem this forthright defense “The Monroe Doctrine.”[xii] Once the potential for scandal had dissipated, she promised “I’m saving a copy of that calendar for my grand-children,” admitting “I’ve only autographed a few copies of it, mostly for sick people.  On one I wrote ‘This may not be my best angle’”[xiii] As Dyer explains, the crux of Monroe’s image in the wake of the photos — the notion that sex was “guiltless, natural, not prurient” — was the exact philosophy proselytized by Playboy.[xiv] By confronting the rumors, Monroe had transformed a potentially scandalous story into one that further bolstered her image.  What’s more, the salience and generalized acceptance of Monroe’s defense forced the gossip industry to cultivate and further this very narrative of innocence, muting objections to such behavior on the part of its subjects.

Several months later, Photoplay was at the center of another brewing scandal, when Monroe made an ostentatious entrance at the magazine’s Gold Medal Awards Dinner, with all the major stars in attendance.  Monroe “wriggled in, wearing the tightest of tight gold dresses.  While everyone watched, the blonde swayed sinuously down the long room to her place on the dais.  She had stopped the show cold.”[xv] Joan Crawford denounced Monroe’s “burlesque show,” claiming ‘Kids don’t like Marilyn…because they don’t like to see sex exploited.”[xvi] The gossip industry exploited the battle between two very different types of stars: Louella Parsons called Monroe, promising to tell “her side of the story,” cultivating sympathy for the star by relating the details of her difficult childhood and emphasizing her hurt feelings.[xvii]

Photoplay exploited its role as “host” of the feud, sensationalizing the story under the title “Hollywood vs. Marilyn Monroe.”  In what had become standard ‘50s Photoplay style, the article offers a tantalizing hook of scandal, but then proceeds to contextualize the offense in terms of Hollywood history, woven with distinct threads of nostalgia and moralism.  The author allegorizes the confrontation as an “offensive” against Monroe, with Joan Crawford as its “general.”  In a cunning twist, Monroe’s behavior is compared to Crawford’s during her “hey-hey girl” days in the late 1920s.  The conclusion: Monroe’s “offenses” are not all that offensive, and Crawford was hypocritical and out of line.[xviii] The resultant portrait was of an old fashioned and embittered star criticizing another who had stolen the limelight, with the gossip industry firmly on the side of the new star, brazen sexuality and all.  Photoplay thus managed to both exploit the controversy and ingratiate itself to Monroe; the following issue, the cover heralded its “SCOOP!” of intimate details of the DiMaggio/Monroe romance.   It would prove a harbinger of things — and strategies on the industry’s part — to come.

In 1954, Monroe and Photoplay repeatedly attempted to domesticate her image, framing her romance and eventual marriage to the conservative Joe DiMaggio as catalyst for a profound personality change.[xix] At home,  where their lives were “as ordinary as a couple’s in Oklahoma City, Monroe “slips into an apron and begins opening cans and getting things ready for the big fellow’s dinner, which she cooks with her own hands.”  Another article proclaims Monroe’s marriage philosophy, which called for “candlelight on bridge tables, budgets and dreaming of babies” — simple, plain, domesticity.[xx] “Joe doesn’t have to move a muscle,” Monroe boasted, “Treat a husband this way and he’ll enjoy you twice as much.”  This “New Monroe Doctrine” was in stark contrast to “Monroe Doctrine” of old.

But the rhetorical masonry of the fan magazines buckled under the weight of Monroe’s preexisting image.  Even as Monroe proclaimed subservience to DiMaggio during their Honeymoon to Japan, she detoured to Korea to appear in ten shows for 100,000 eager servicemen.  As she and DiMaggio played house for Photoplay, Monroe privately complained that “Joe’s idea of a good time is to stay home night after night looking at the television.”[xxi]

A few months later, Billy Wilder invited the press to observe the filming of the now-famous “air vent” scene for The Seven Year Itch.  Hundreds of spectators surrounded the shoot as Monroe’s dress flew high, infuriating DiMaggio and incited a yelling match between him and Monroe, witnessed and reported by Walter Winchell.[xxii] The two would divorce soon thereafter, confirming the unspoken speculation that sexuality and domesticity could not coexist.  Such incompatibility recalled Monroe’s 1951Modern Screen confessional, “Who’d Marry Me?”, in which the star admitted that any man “would have to hold me awfully tight to keep me home.  Because I’m a girl who wants to go places.” Monroe concluded that “right now, I have a one-track mind — screen work.”[xxiii] That “one-track mind” had stymied the most sincere attempting, including those of the gossip industry, to domesticate her image.

Monroe extended this new-found independence to her career, leaving Hollywood and Fox in early 1955.  It wasn’t the first time that Monroe had rebelled against her studio — in late 1953, she had balked when Fox cast her in yet another derivative song-and-dance film, The Girl with the Pink Tights.  Eager appear in more serious roles, a furious Monroe refused to report to the set.  Fox put her on suspension, but soon negotiated a deal: Monroe would appear in the mediocre There’s No Business Like Show Business in exchange for the coveted lead in The Seven Year Itch.  After Itch wrapped production, Fox persisted in type-casting her; acting on the advise of photographer and confidant Milton Greene, Monroe retreated to New York.  “The New Marilyn” was born.

The New Marilyn -- Reading Ulysses

“The New Marilyn” attempted to shed her one-note image and cultivate her acting skill,  sitting in on classes as the Actor’s Studio.  With Greene’s assistance, she self-incorporated, forming Marilyn Monroe Productions.  When The Seven Year Itch was released to massive box office success, Monroe had the upper hand against her former studio.  She renegotiated her contract, leveraging profit participation for her production company and the authority to reject any script or director, accentuating the shift in the power from studio to star.  Many doubted the sincerity of Monroe’s ambitions, but her performance in Bus Stop, the first film under her new contract, received the best notices of her career.  During this period, Monroe began her relationship with playwright Arthur Miller — 11 years her senior.  Never before had a major star attempted to renovate her image so radically on her own accord.

The gossip industry struggled to reconcile this “New Marilyn” with the Monroe of old.  The incongruities were immediately apparent.  To announce her production company and new direction, she called a press conference in New York wearing a full-length white ermine coat –the very signifier of her previous bedazzled image.[xxiv] When asked for names of potential projects she’d like to pursue, Monroe replied “The Brothers Karamozov. She meant, of course, that she would like to play the lead female role of Grushenka, for which Monroe would be a perfect fit.  Her response, however, was (perhaps maliciously) misinterpreted, and word spread that she wished to play one of the brothers.  A Monroe-ism also began to circulate concerning her production company: “I feel so good,” Monroe purportedly told a wardrobe assistant, “I’m incorporated, you know.”  The press persisted in reading Monroe’s old image into her new one, effectively suggesting the “New Marilyn” as little more than publicity stunt.[xxv]

The other tactic was to explain Monroe in terms of dueling images.  The Saturday Evening Post divided Monroe into three: “the sex pot Monroe” of the early 1950s, “the frightened Marilyn Monroe,” from the tales of her childhood, and “the New Marilyn Monroe,” a “composed and studied performer.”[xxvi] Photoplay distinguished between Monroe The Legend and Monroe The Woman.  The Legend was draped in furs and jewels, responsible for “Monroe-isms,” and “robbed The Woman of friends, love, and peace of mind,”  while The Woman was “shy, hesitant, removed, and terribly lonely.”[xxvii] Monroe’s marriage to Arthur Miller offered The Woman a third chance at happiness, but only if she can put the “frankenstein-like Legend” to rest, and “The Woman also becomes a mother.”  Both magazines were performing a form of star analysis, underlining her “polysemy” — the fact that her image was available for widely varied interpretations and exploitations.  Photoplay’s description of the warring sides of Monroe’s personality proved prophetic, as Monroe continued to struggle against the images created for her, growing increasingly difficult to work with, and separating from Miller before succumbing to a drug overdose in 1962.

The bifurcation of Monroe’s image served a distinct ideological purpose.  Neither magazine — or the gossip industry at large — could render sexuality and intelligence, or sexuality and happiness, in conjunction.  If both needed to separate Monroe’s explicit sexuality in order to approach her as a human, it follows that overt sexuality is not human — or at least not part of the human woman.  Despite Monroe’s popularity,  the gossip industry was unable to mediate Monroe’s image, let alone endorse it, without siphoning off and condemning the sexual component of her image.  The resultant image was an aspiring domestic, lonely, and desperate to shed her sexuality, and completely at odds with the behavior and demeanor that characterized the star in action.

Monroe challenged the status quo for appropriate female behavior, and made sex visible after a long history of sublimation on the screen.  But she also confronted, even flaunted, the rules that had theretofore governed acceptable behavior for a star contracted by a studio.  At the same time, she proved an immensely lucrative asset to a struggling studio, and leveraged the resultant power against the studio to her artistic and financial advantage,.  Coupled with a handful of similar deals negotiated during this period, Monroe’s negotiations helped further tip the balance of power from the studios to the stars.

The gossip industry’s fumbling attempts to mediate Monroe’s image illuminated its inability to convincingly represent or confront sexuality.  Another magazine, much more savvy and willing to exploit, rather than sunder, the expression of sexuality would capitalize on this inability throughout Monroe’s career.  This magazine, cleverly named Confidential, took Hollywood and the nation by storm, rising to prominence the month it placed Monroe, and the promise of revelation of true scandal, on its cover.  Until Confidential, no mainstream magazine dared publicize, let along speculate, on the truly scandalous actions of public figures.  Here was a magazine that didn’t even consider itself a fan magazine — and refused to play by the Hollywood rules.  By exploiting that which Photoplay and the rest of the fan publications were too shy, or too cowed, to cover, they heralded a new mode of reportage in the gossip industry –  scandal mongering — that would soon characterize even the most historically conservative of gossip publications.  The business — and the way Americans thought of and valued stars — would never be the same.


[i] Martin, P. New Marilyn Monroe. The Saturday Evening Post v. 228 (May 5 1956) p. 25-7+

[ii] (Rose 148).

[iii] (Rose 148).

[iv] ((Hedda Hopper, “Marilyn Soared to Stardom on Torrid Monroe Doctrine” LAT May 4 1952, D1)   (John Crosby, “Anyway, the Men Like Her Fine,” Wash Post Nov 4 1952, 31).

[v] (Florabel Muir, “What Hollywood’s Whispering About,” PP Dec 1952, p. 14).

[vi] (“Readers Inc.” PP June 1952, p. 8).

[vii] According to Monroe, women regularly charged her with “putting the country in a worse state than it’s in,” accusing her “of startling all the rapes.”  (John Crosby, “Anyway, the Men Like Her Fine,” Wash Post Nov 4 1952, 31).

[viii] (Marilyn Monroe, “I Want Women to Like Me,” PP Nov 1952, p. 58)

[ix] Photoplay aimed to make it clear that Monroe’s plea had the desired effect, publishing a letter from one reader who proclaimed “I hope…this opens the eyes of some of those jealous women gossipers who do nothing but criticize her…Marilyn, this is one gal who loves you.” (“Readers Inc.” PP Jan 1953, p. 18).

[x] See Dyer 27

[xi] (Dyer, Heavenly Bodies, 27)

[xii] (Hedda Hopper, “Marilyn Soared to Stardom on Torrid Monroe Doctrine” LAT May 4 1952, D1; Dyer, Heavenly Bodies, 31). Photoplay emphasized the fact that Monroe did not have to come forward and address the rumors; “libel laws being what they are…so long as Marilyn didn’t admit she had posed for the photo, reporters would have thought twice before identifying her.”  But Monroe, unashamed, “just had to tell the truth.” Sheilah Graham, “Why Gentleman Prefer Blondes,” PP June 1953, p. 52)

[xiii] (Martin, P. New Marilyn Monroe: Here She Talks About Herself. The Saturday Evening Post v. 229 (May 12 1956) p. 26-8+)

[xiv] (Dyer 31)

[xv] (Sheilah Graham, “Why Gentleman Prefer Blondes,” PP June 1953, p. 52).

[xvi] (Barbas 316).

[xvii] Monroe would show her gratitude to Parsons for the rest of her career, favoring the gossipist over Hopper and granting her the exclusive on the Monroe/DiMaggio marriage the following year.(Barbas 316).

[xviii] The author does caution Monroe that “it’s foolish to try founding either a marriage or a movie career on sex attraction alone.”

[xix] DiMaggio was notoriously private, making Photoplay’s exclusive access to their home all the more sensational. “The Private Life of Joe and Marilyn” (Are Joe and Marilyn Married?) George Armstrong, PP Dec 1953, p. 40).

[xx] (Sidney Skolsky, “260,000 Minutes of Marriage,” PP August ’54, p. 52).

[xxi] (Lesley Anne Dick, “I Just Want to Be Wonderful: The Cultural Legacy of Marilyn Monroe,” Unpublished Dissertation, p. 104).

[xxii] CITE

[xxiii] (“Who’d Marry Me?” Marilyn Monroe, September 1951, in The Best of Modern Screen, p. 208)

[xxiv] (No author, “Studio Claims Marilyn Is Still Under Contract,” LAT Jan 9 1955, pg. A).

[xxv] Other sources chose to authenticate the “New Marilyn,” most forthrightly through description of her new self.  This new Monroe was “liberated, happy, cooperative, friendly, and relaxed”; her “shy, tense, little-girl voice” was gone, replaced with a woman who radiated “confidence and aplomb.”25 A copy of Ulysses on Monroe’s coffee table, marked with dialogue notes for future rehearsals, provided further proof of the shift.26 The “Monroe Doctrine” was repurposed to describe Monroe’s new attitude towards movie-making: “I don’t want to be the highest paid movie star in the world,” she proclaimed.  “I want memories of having been a real actress.”27

[xxvi] (Martin, P. New Marilyn Monroe. The Saturday Evening Post v. 228 (May 5 1956) p. 25-7+).

[xxvii] (“The Woman and the Legend,” Dorothy Manning, PP October 1956, p. 58).