Your Eternal Star Boyfriend
The other day, I posted something to the Celebrity Gossip, Academic Style Facebook account (which you should follow, if you don’t already) concerning Mark Ruffalo and his forthcoming projects. I prefaced the link with something along the lines of “Sometimes I refer to Ryan Gosling as my boyfriend, but he’s really my second boyfriend. Mark Ruffalo is my first boyfriend.” But then I had to add a little caveat: “And Paul Newman is my eternal boyfriend.”
“Eternal boyfriend” sounds like something out of Seventeen magazine, but I think the phrase — and the concepts — gets at something essential about our relationships to stars, and why we think about them the way that we do, especially stars from the past.
The “eternal boyfriend” relationship is somewhat similar to the “girlcrush,” a phenomenon I considered in a post from last year. Why are we attracted, whether sexually, emotionally, or intellectually, to certain stars, male and female? But the eternal boyfriend is different than the girlcrush or even the first and second boyfriend. The eternal boyfriend is frozen in amber — he is almost always dead, or at least done with Hollywood — and he will be the object of your affection when you’re 20 and when you’re 80. The first and second boyfriends may be Mr. Right, but they also might not endure. They haven’t borne the test of time. Who knows if they’ll pull a Joaquin Phoenix and become abject sometime in the next year. They cannot be trusted, at least not yet. They may seem like Mr. Right, but they might turn out to be Mr. Right Now.
There’s also a third class — what Lainey Gossip calls “The Freebie Five.” These are men with whom you could have sex with a free pass from your significant other. You want to make out with them, but you don’t want them to necessarily speak — these men inspire a visceral response, but you know that it wouldn’t work out, or know that you’ll kinda hate yourself in the morning. They could stay the night, but you wouldn’t want to make small talk over brunch. Chuck Bass is totally in this crew. Channing Tatum might also be in this crew — I’d like to see him dance for me, but then I’d be so embarrassed.

I feel the same way about Eternal Boyfriends as I do the color blue: it will always be my favorite color. I feel the same way about the First and Second boyfriends as I do this dress with the ruffles and bric-a-brac from Anthropologie: in 20 years, I might think it’s hideous, but right now, I think it’s the best. The Freebie Boyfriend, then, is the blue tunic from Forever 21 that was fashionable for the two weeks after I bought it and I threw it in the trash.
For me, at least, there are many stars that are good looking, whose beauty I can appreciate — young Gary Cooper, for example, or Rock Hudson. Those men are classically handsome (and have made many a woman swoon), but they don’t do it for me. I can also appreciate the beauty of any dozen female stars, including Audrey Hepburn — that doesn’t mean that I love her (I know, controversial!) or want to put her photo on my wall (that’s reserved for Barbara Stanwyck, Katharine Hepburn, and Clara Bow).
I do think this works for men and women alike, even for hetero and homosexual desire: The Eternal Boyfriend/Girlfriend is the person that you wouldn’t mind actually being with — that you could bring home to your parents, that your friends would like, that wouldn’t bore you, that you wouldn’t have to get drunk just to endure conversation. This person (at least in your imagination) is everything that a perfect boy or girl friend should be — and the very best star boyfriends are adaptable to millions of fans’ different versions of what that might be. (For me, Paul Newman is really into reading Alice Munro’s short stories. For you, he might just like to go play Ultimate Frisbee barefoot in the park).
Maybe we can think of star boyfriends and girlfriends as those who merit a place on your wall: to get on the wall, a star, male or female, can’t be merely eye candy, but needs to speak to you and promise to fulfill your particular desires. They need to represent your values — or what you desire — so thoroughly that you’re willing to
a.) Look at them everyday, essentially sharing your room with them
and
b.) Allow all others who enter your personal space to see your connection to them.
In truth, a star gets to be your boyfriend or girlfriend through a combination of visceral attraction, an image that seems to represent something that’s important to you (Marlon Brando: emotional physicality) and a je ne sais quoi that just gets you. (You might also really identify with a character with whom the star falls in love in a particular film — I identify with Katharine Hepburn in Holiday; therefore, I identify with wanting Cary Grant to love me).
I wish I had a better explanation for why we’re attracted to certain stars and barely moved by others, but I also lack an explanation for why people fall in love with the people they do. Desire is complicated, knotty, and oftentimes impenetrable to anyone but the desirer him/herself.
BUT BACK TO MY BOYFRIENDS:
If Paul Newman is the king of my eternal boyfriends, then Gregory Peck (circa Roman Holiday) the prince, Cary Grant is the jester, and Marlon Brando (circa On the Waterfront) the duke. [I’m mixing rankings all over the place -- 1st, 2nd, king, eternal, whatevs.]

For me, Paul Newman seems to represent the platonic ideal of a man — those cheek bones, those eyes! — mixed with intellectualism, devotion, compassion. The first time I really saw him, the first time I watched Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid, I found him beautiful and jovial; as I saw more, saw him in the blue prisoner’s outfit from Cool Hand Luke, saw him self-destruct in black and white in Hud and The Hustler, and learned more about this extra-textual life, I found him exquisite.

You guys, he loved Joanne Woodward LIKE CRAZY! He directed a beautiful film that basically played up all of her attributes and earned her an Academy Award nomination! HE STARTED NEWMAN’S OWN AND GAVE SO MUCH MONEY TO CHARITY! He also aged with grace, which is apparently something I’m pretty into. (See Grant and Peck, but forget Brando; he aged with anti-grace).
There are all these pictures of him at home with Joanne Woodward, doing things like cooking eggs in his boxers with loafers. This is my type of guy like whoa. I’m certain he’ll make me those eggs and then we can go read The New Yorker in hammocks in the backyard.

I’m also apparently into stars from the ‘50s (although I like Grant most in his ‘30s screwballs, not his ‘50s color Hitchcocks). Grant can’t make it to the king of Eternal Boyfriends status because I just don’t know if he’d ever be able to go hiking with me. Can you go hiking in a three-piece suit and an ascot?
There’s also something performative about his love-making — something perfect for screwballs and Code-era pictures when real making out or bed sharing was prohibited — that makes me think that we’d probably have lively and witty conversations, but when the screen fades to black he’d put on his full-length pajamas and we’d retire in twin beds.
Gregory Peck is a wonderful flirt in Roman Holiday. He wears pants with a waist that’s about at his nipples; his suit seems to be adorable brown tweed; he’s a newspaper man and he and I could both work on deadline. There’s a bit of rascal in him, something indelible I love. But then he grows up to be such a DAD and lawyer in To Kill a Mockingbird (I REALIZE HE’S A GOOD DAD) but you guys, I’m just not in the market for dad boyfriends right now.

And Marlon Brando, you are pure tumultuous desire. You are the guy that I wrote poems in free verse for in the 11th grade. You have hooded eyes that just beg for me to take care of you and your checked jacket in On the Waterfront.

I could switch places with Eva Marie Saint; she was a member of my sorority and we both have blonde hair, no big deal, right?
We’d have a long talk about your fighting career, Brando would do a lot of nodding and almost-crying-brooding, then we’d have a crushing embrace and have an incredible make-out session. No words, just emotions. Our three week relationship would be so hot. But then I’d telegraph forward and realize that he ended up fat, balding, and alone on his island, and the pity would just be too much. Always a Duke of Eternal Boyfriendom, never a King. He’d be a Mr. Right now if he wasn’t such a recurring and longstanding object of my affection.
Those are my personal (and admittedly crazy) narratives; you all have your own. Some of them have already been aired in the Celebrity Proust Questionnaires over the last few months, some are hanging out rather sheepishly in the recesses of your mind. If you can’t figure out why a star is your boyfriend/girlfriend, I’d be happy to help tease out some nuances of his or her star image, seeing which ones resonate with you.
But here’s the beauty of the star image: because it’s constructed, because it’s contradictory, because it’s polysemic — holding many meanings — it can be multiple things to millions of people. My boyfriend may be your nemesis; your girlfriend may be my frenemy. We take what we want from star images, selecting what we want to believe and dismissing what we don’t. Lainey Gossip always says that gossip is a buffet: we all pick and choose what we want to consume.
Eternal Star Boyfriends are the same: Paul Newman divorced his first wife, after all, but I don’t think about that when I’m busy concentrating on which Alice Munro story will be his favorite, and whether we’ll send our someday kids to Kenyon (his liberal arts alma mater) or Whitman (mine). That’s the beauty of stardom — each star’s meaning is an alchemy of what we read into it and what it actually is — and why we have, and will continue to, cultivate psychically complex, wholly unrequited, yet somehow emotionally gratifying relationships with the photos on our walls.
Celebrity Proust Questionnaire: Kelli Marshall
1.) What is your name, occupation, website?
Kelli Marshall, Visiting Assistant Professor of Cinema Studies, University of Toledo, http://kellimarshall.net/unmuzzledthoughts
2.) What is your first memory of being drawn to a star or celebrity?
Probably Aileen Quinn in Annie (John Huston, 1982). After watching the film many, many times, I wanted to know the actor’s real name, what color her hair was underneath that wig (if that was even a wig), if it were really her voice singing “Tomorrow,” etc. In fact, I was so enamored by Quinn and the musical that I named my childhood dog Sandy.

3.) Who are your favorite participants, broadly speaking, in the history of stardom, and why?
Gene Kelly. The short answer: he represents a complicated form of heterosexual masculinity that is largely absent in cinema today. The long answer: “Elation, Star Signification, and Singin’ in the Rain; or Why Gene Kelly Gets Me All Hot and Bothered”
6.) You can only date on person in all of celebritude, past and present. Who? Where would you first date be? What would he/she get you for your birthday?
Honestly, I don’t think of celebrities this way. I enjoy analyzing them from afar, watching them onscreen, and reading about them (I’ve devoured loads of star memoirs, for instance). But I’ve little interest in befriending them (or meeting many of them) either in reality or fantasy.
7.) Who do you regard as the lowest depth of celebritude?
Reality TV “stars”
8.) Name a celebrity that is
a.) Overrated: Nicole Kidman
b.) Underrated: Catherine Keener
c.) Appropriately rated: Colin Firth // Denzel Washington
10.) What is the greatest/most bombastic moment of celebrity ever?
I don’t know if it’s the greatest, but it’s certainly memorable: Humphrey Bogart and the panda incident. An inebriated Bogart allegedly shoved a woman because he thought she was going to take a stuffed panda he purchased for his son, Stephen. Time reported: “When Columnist Earl Wilson asked him if he was drunk five years ago after an ultra-shapely young woman accused him of knocking her down at El Morocco (Bogart said that she tried to steal his stuffed panda), he replied, genially: ‘Isn’t everybody drunk at 4 a.m.?’” The case was eventually dismissed.
12.) How do celebrities and stardom relate to your own work/extra-work activites?
Occasionally in Introduction to Film and Cinema History courses, I dedicate a lecture to stardom and the star system, and sometimes my students and I discuss celebrities on Twitter and the like. I’ve also recently written an essay on Humphrey Bogart’s star image in light of Lauren Bacall’s latest autobiography By Myself and Then Some.
13.) Why is celebrity culture — and our attention, analysis, and discussion of it — important?
Because, as I point out in my Gene Kelly post, celebrities function as ideological texts on which viewers project their desires; they reinforce dominate cultural ideas about sex, gender, race, religion, politics, etc.; and they compensate for qualities lacking in our lives and (as Richard Dyer writes) “act out aspects of life that are important to us.” In short, for good or bad, “our” celebrities teach us something about ourselves.
Celebrity Publicity vs. Privacy: The Eternal Debate
Earlier this week, Lainey Gossip posted a particularly critical reading of Reese Witherspoon’s current publicity attempts, with specific attention to the contradiction between Witherspoon complaining about her lack of privacy and the recent sale of her wedding photos to People and OK!
The Witherspoon quote from the Vogue interview/cover story/massive photo spread:
But one thing that hasn’t changed is that she is as private as ever. Indeed, she seems almost constitutionally unsuited for the level of fame she has to live with. At one point, I ask her what is the worst thing about being Reese Witherspoon, and she pauses for a very long time. Finally she says, “I mean, I feel like an ingrate for even thinking anything isn’t good. I’m very, very, very lucky. But . . . umm . . . probably that I parted with my privacy a long time ago. We went different ways. And sometimes I mourn it. Sometimes I will sit in the car and cry. Because I can’t get out. That’s the only thing: I mourn the loss of my privacy.”
And Lainey’s take:
Um, remember when Reese Witherspoon sold her wedding to People Magazine and Hello Magazine?
Oh but she’s just a girl from the South who doesn’t know about these thangs! It’s preposterous to think that Reese would up and marry only to go back to work and sneak in a quickie honeymoon only to have to return to go back to work for anything other than necessity. After all, people like Reese, with access and opportunity and resources, they are bound by necessity, aren’t they? They have NO choices, not in their schedules, not in their spending, in not much at all.
So of course not, Reese could not know about, you know, wedding planning around a theatrical release and the potential effect that could have on a movie’s performance, hell no. She’s way too authentic for that.
There are a number of things going on here — with Witherspoon’s actions, her choice of words in her interview, and Lainey’s response to them — and all of them revolve around claims to authenticity and transparency.
First of all, it’s crucial to understand that the tension between celebrities and stars desiring privacy….in the selfsame moment that they expose themselves to the public via interviews, films, and other products….is absolutely, positively nothing new. Even Charles Lindbergh attempted to fiercely guard his private life, which he thought was, frankly, besides the point when it came to his aviation achievements — even as he continued to make public appearances and profit off his fame. During classic Hollywood, there was less complaining about privacy, in part because every statement from the stars was vetted by the studios themselves, and complaining of lack of privacy was tantamount to complaining about the studios, the fan magazines, and the generalized publicity apparatus that sustained the stars. With the mandate of the studios that employed them, stars shared all manner of details of their “private lives” with the fan magazines and gossip columnists, even if those private lives were actually a sham, conjured to harmonize with their manufactured star images.
As the studio system transformed in the 1950s, stars gradually dearticulated themselves from management at the hands of the studios, hiring their own staffs to handle publicity. At the same time, paparazzi culture became gradually more invasive, especially following the frenzy over Elizabeth Taylor and Richard Burton filming Cleopatra/holding hands/canoodling in Rome. The fan magazines became increasingly bombastic in their handling of the stars, using scandal-tipped headlines, exclamation points, and other suggestive aesthetic means to imply, if not actually name, scandal. The move was at least partially motivated out of necessity: the stars refused to cooperate and offer access, forcing the magazines to “write around” their lack of content. Which is all to say that there was less explicit collusion between the traditional gossip outlets and the stars — a process that continued for most of the ’60s and ’70s. The stars began to publicly complain of the fan magazines and gossip columnists, something they never would have dared to do during the studio system, when such a complaint could inspire negative coverage and effectively doom his/her career. But by this point, the traditional fan magazines and gossip columnists held less sway, and it became common practice for stars not only to complain about the incursion of authors, photographers, columnists, and other forms of publicity, but to sue them as well. (There were dozens of libel suits levied by stars against various outlets during this period).
In other words, the relationship between the stars themselves and the gossip outlets became antagonistic where it had once been incredibly, necessarily cooperative. Starting with People in 1974, however, the cooperative relationship gradually began to reform, as People, Entertainment Tonight, and their various imitators (Extra, Entertainment Weekly, E!, early versions of Us Magazine) all served explicit promotional functions for the star. Exclusives are approved and vetted by the star and his/her publicist and usually timed to promote the his/her upcoming or ongoing project. Importantly, these outlets do not look for or break scandal. They will report on it out necessity (if they didn’t, they’d seem out of touch), but they do not stir the scandal pot, as it were, and often provide space for stars to tell “their sides of the story.”
When Reese Witherspoon sold her wedding photos to People Magazine, she was doing two things. First, she was promoting her upcoming film, Water for Elephants, in which she stars with Robert Pattinson.
As Lainey and others have pointed out, this film really, really needs to succeed if Witherspoon is to maintain her status as a top female star (with a $15 million per-film pricetag) with the ability to open a major picture. (Her last hit was Walk the Line in 2005; her last major hit was Legally Blonde 2 in 2003). The reason stars have offered themselves up for celebrity gossip in the form of interviews, photo shoots, etc., has always been PROMOTION. For some celebrities, such as Paris Hilton, they are simply promoting their entire image on the hope that the visibility of that image will help sell products emblazoned with it: perfume, books, nail polish, etc. But stars whose stardom is the result of actual skill — singers, actors, etc. — time their gossip availability to coincide with a specific product showcasing that skill. A film, a television premiere, an album release, a voting period for the Oscars, etc. The announcement of Natalie Portman’s pregnancy was no coincidence, and neither is the timing of Witherspoon’s wedding. I know this might be hard to hear, but it is the absolute truth. Of course, Portman (probably) did not time her actual pregnancy. But she (and her publicist) sure as shit planned the announcement.
The reasoning is simple: the more your name, face, and image is on the minds of the public at large, the more likely they will be to consume a product branded with that name, face, and image.

Witherspoon working hard to remind you that she is appearing in a film with ELEPHANTS, coincidentally entitled "Water for Elephants." Photo via Vogue.com
Witherspoon and publicist were (and are) doing their job, attempting to heighten her visibility and, hopefully, open Water for Elephants in a way that makes a statement about her power and popularity.
The problem, then, is that Witherspoon paired her efforts with an interview in which she complains about the incursions of the press. To be specific, however, she was complaining about a lack of privacy, which is generally associated with papping photographers….not interviews with Vogue, or the two carefully chosen photos she offered to People. She’s complaining about unauthorized publicity; she has no problem with authorized publicity. The problem, then, is that the former is generally incited by the latter. Under the studio system, there was no such thing as unsanctioned publicity, as the columnists, magazines, and other interviews were all beholden to the studios. Now, authorized publicity breeds unauthorized publicity.
Witherspoon is obviously game to pose for magazine covers, look great at premieres, present at award shows. All of these contribute directly to the performance of a film and are, most likely (it not specifically) built into the contract she signed. (Star contracts generally require that the star promote the film — attending premieres, junkets, etc.) The problem is that such highly orchestrated photos and stories aren’t nearly as interesting or tantalizing as those obtained without her permission, which seem to offer a window onto the “real,” authentic Witherspoon, valuable in large part due to its scarcity. (Reality stars prove that we don’t simply hunger for authenticity and “being real” — it’s what we don’t have, or haven’t been able to read about, that we hunger for the most. Details of Brangelina’s sex life, for example).
So Witherspoon ends up looking hypocritical, at once seeking and complaining about the spotlight. But think about how you would feel if Witherspoon said she loved the spotlight, loved paparazzi coverage, loved seeing photos of her children all over the place. Wouldn’t we call her Tori Spelling? Isn’t the SPOKEN reticence towards exposure part of what makes certain stars “classy” and likable? If she relished exposure, she would be forsaking her claims to being “just like us,” a “Southern girl,” a dotting mother, modest, etc. The disavowal is thus absolutely crucial to Witherspoon’s image — even if it’s false or an act or contradictory, it needs to be there.
In general, this simultaneous embrace and disavowal of publicity is at the heart of stardom. Stars are stars because the way that they act on screen, combined with what they seem to represent in their “private” lives, seem to embody something that matters to a large swath of people. But in order to be stars and not just actors, they need to make that private life available, even when it leads to unsanctioned, unwanted, invasive and potentially dangerous coverage. With that said, star scholars have long written about the ways in which contradiction composes the very core of stardom: a star is simultaneously ordinary and extraordinary, “Just like Us” and absolutely nothing like us. From time to time, that contradiction becomes more visible. The more visible and flagrant the contradiction, with little to smooth it over, the more ridiculous a star seems. See, again, Tori Spelling, but also Gwyneth Paltrow and Tom Cruise. We want our stars to embody contradictions seamlessly, and when the seams show, we reject them. Ultimately, the most enduring, valuable, and esteemed stars are those who, with the help of their publicity teams, manage to hide these seams, even as they expand to contain multitudes, embodying all of the meanings we map onto them. At this point, Witherspoon still seems to be in control. We’ll see how the film fares — and how her subsequent publicity attempts address the perpetual contradictions of stardom.
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.
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.
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” 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).