#The Siren of Hollywood

[tina-aumont]

Hola Eleni!

Te cuento que anteayer le conté a mi hermana sobre María Montez y su vida y quedó sorprendida al saber su triste desenlace y que quedó en misterio su fallecimiento pero me dió una hipótesis o teoría; me dijo que al estar en la bañera pueda haber tocado algo de electricidad con el cuerpo mojado ya que María se bañaba con agua caliente y seguro quería calentarlo un poco más pero tristemente se pudo haberse electrocutado y fallecer en la bañera con la temperatura algo alzada fuera de lo normal.

Personalmente ahora que lo analizo puede que sea cierto porque cuando encontrarón el cuerpi de María, el agua estaba muy caliente y no a temperatura que María ponía normalmente.

Quería compartir esto porque me pareció raro el tema y jamás se le hizo autopsia.

Hola Andrea!

Muchas gracias por tu aporte, lo encuentro muy interesante. Cierto es que nunca se le hizo la autópsia a María Montez y no se sabe exactamente cómo murió.

Una teoría apunta a un paro cardíaco ya que el agua estaba muy caliente. Otra teoría apunta a que con el agua tan caliente, se desmayó y se ahogó.

Esta que te contó tu hermana me parece interesante y que también podría haber sido así, quien sabe si dejó el grifo abierto y el agua iba saliendo cada vez más caliente, en la mayoría de grifos pasa esto.

Es una pena, la teoría de tu hermana puede ser bien cierta, pienso que en ningún caso se suicidó. Hay algún libro y programa televisivo que así lo apunta, y no lo creo para nada, María era esclava de su belleza, pero tenía mucha vida y mucho amor por delante, estaba feliz con su vida personal y profesional, se iba a reencontrar con su família en República Dominicana, iba a filmar en España bajo su nombre real y en su idioma materno, quería hacer más teatro... la vida le sonreía...

Tantas veces he pensado que la vida de Tina y de toda la família hubiese sido tan diferente si María no hubiese muerto... es una pena.

Muchas gracias por preguntar y exponer tu teoría Andrea.

Te mando muchos besitos!!

Eleni ❤️❤️❤️

[elvisqueso]

"...What is it?" "The drums...they mean trouble. I shouldn't be here—" "I want to see you again—" "I can't—" "Please don' t leave—" "—I'm sorry." "..." "...I have to go now."

—Pocahontas (1995)

[lanalove2012]

[fleursscaptives]

my vibe

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[creolebelle]

Yeah

[ven1cebiach]

this movie really was the best thing i have seen in my entire life, i felt like watching an old hollywood movie in a theater in the 60's it was just perfect ugh i can't describe it

[succulentsiren]

[bitter69uk]

Born on this day 111 years ago: high empress of kitsch exotica, nostril-flaring Dominican actress, Caribbean Cyclone and Queen of Technicolour Maria Montez (née María África Gracia Vidal, 6 June 1912 - 7 September 1951). Venerated by the likes of Gore Vidal and underground queer filmmakers Jack Smith, Andy Warhol and Kenneth Anger, leading lady of films like Arabian Nights (1942), White Savage (1943) and Cobra Woman (1944) Montez is a pivotal figure in the sensibility we now call “camp.” (Early Warhol drag superstar Mario Montez was christened after her). Aside from perhaps the young Yvonne De Carlo, did any woman wear a yashmak with more elan? “When I see myself on the screen, I look so beautiful I want to scream with joy” Montez once famously declared. Maria Montez, you make ME scream with joy! Here she is in Siren of Atlantis (1949) playing – what else? – an evil queen.

[tina-aumont]

Amiga encontré este artículo en donde mencionan que una "mucama" fué quién encontró a María y no menciona a las hermanas, creo que era por la poca información brindada en ese tiempo.

Y aquí este artículo del periódico 'Información' un día después de su fallecimiento.

Andrea bonita, mil gracias por estos recortes de prensa.

El publicado del día siguente a su fallecimiento dice que su padre era un conde, esa história que se inventó María para parecer más interesante aunque la real ya lo fuera...

Y que curioso que se pensaran que una "mucama" se la encontró, me imagino que se imaginaban que vivía con mucho lujo.

Suerte que a día de hoy sabemos muchas más cosas de ella y de su linda família, y poquito a poco iremos rellenando esos huecos, estoy convencida!!

Gracias por enviarme estos artículos, fuera como fuere el deceso de María, cierto es que fue un accidente...

Gracias amiga!!

Eleni xxx

[blackswaneuroparedux]

Hell, I suppose if you stick around long enough they have to say something nice about you.

- Ava Gardner, Ava: My Story

Ava Gardner was a hard-drinking, wisecracking, libidinous vamp, a liberated woman before it was even invented.

It's an extraordinary life of an extraordinary woman. She swore like a drunken sailor, slept with anything that moved, drove Frank Sinatra to such heights of passion and torment that he attempted suicide, and entirely failed to care what anybody thought of her.

Ava Gardner was an actress who starred in some good films and some not very good films; but more than that she was the great iconic beauty of her day. She wafted around the screen and was featured on the front covers of magazines looking untouchable in pearls and mink. And yet she behaved like a man or, at least, like a certain kind of man - one with pots of cash, a taste for hard liquor and a higher-than-average libido.

She was, in essence, a liberated woman, a good two decades before women's liberation was invented. Her success and status made it possible for her to make the kind of choices - and mistakes - that other women couldn't. And, even now, there's really nobody who can match her combination of carnality, glamour and a potty-mouth.

Sixty years on, people claim that Sex and the City's Samantha Jones is the figment of a gay, male scriptwriter's imagination, but compare it to this story from Murray Garrett, a press photographer, recounting a backstage photo-call: 'This one idiot guy ... says to her, "Hey Ava, Sinatra's career is over, he can't sing any more ... what do you see in this guy? He's just a 119-pound has-been." And Ava says, very demurely, no venom, just very cool, in the most perfect ladylike diction, "Well I'll tell you - 19 pounds is cock."'

She married three times - to Mickey Rooney (a serial cheater), the musician Artie Shaw (who belittled her) and finally and most tumultuously to Frank Sinatra. She lured him away from his wife, sinking his career in the process, married him, divorced him, but never got over him. Nor he her. It was a life-long relationship between two people who loved each other but couldn't be together. Their rows, she said, 'started on the way to the bidet'.

Instead, Gardner had affairs. They litter her life. She slept with David Niven, Robert Mitchum, John F Kennedy. She had flings with Spanish bullfighters and Mexican beach boys and rejected Howard Hughes, the multi-millionaire aviator and womaniser.

What made Gardner who she was? It's the great, unanswered question of her life and career. There is nothing in the early years to suggest her character to come. Not the tomboyish childhood spent with her family among the ordinary rural poor of north Carolina; nor the moment when an MGM studio exec spotted her portrait in the window of a photographer's shop; nor even when she married Mickey Rooney, the studio's biggest star.

It is as if her character wasn't so much revealed over time, as forged in the furnaces of Hollywood's industrial complex.There are countless testimonies from other Hollywood stars to Gardner's beauty, but almost no sense of her as a person. She gradually turns from object to subject, her beauty her defining characteristic and the key to her power and freedom but also, as her favourite director, John Huston, says, a curse from the gods. 'Ava,' he said, 'has well and truly paid for her beauty.'

Her high spirits descend into alcoholic abuse; her wanton behaviour into episodes such as the one when she is banned from the Ritz in Madrid for urinating in the lobby; when she moves to live out her days in the relative anonymity of a London flat it is with a sinking heart that you realise that the woman who charmed Ernest Hemingway and Robert Graves should become so isolated.

She made some truly terrible choices, including turning down the role of Mrs Robinson in The Graduate and ending her days making schlock TV. She was careless of her art, under-confident about her talent and tended to be taken at her own measure. But ultimately, it's besides the point. Gardner's genius was not her work, but, as her own autobiographical book proves, her life.

[lilibetbabydeux]

[love-pinups]

Kitty Kallen, one of the most important voices of big band music during WW2.

[the-last-airblender]

Hollywood: being historically accurate is so hard uwu

Meanwhile at Assassin's Creed's history nerds headquarters:

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Natalia Vodianova

[girlwiththegreenhat]

who give a shit about tayIor swift