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“I know it sounds odd, but somehow I didn’t believe that Joan Crawford could ever die. (…)
In A Woman’s Face she played at the outset a disfigured monster of a woman who would not flinch from killing a child, and she did not soften it a bit. Yet in Susan and God she found all the comedy in the silly, empty-headed woman who finally, funnily rose to emotional maturity. Whatever she did, she did wholeheartedly.(…)
But for all that, in private life she was a lovable, sentimental creature. A loyal and generous friend, very thoughtful; dear Joan Crawford, she forgot nothing—-names, dates, obligations. These included the people at Hollywood institutions who had helped make and keep her a star. When it was fashionable to rail against the studio system and the tycoons who had built it, she was always warm in their defense. She spoke of Metro-Goldwyn-Mayer as a family in which she was directed and protected, provided with fine stories and just about every great male star to play opposite; later she built up a similar relationship with Warners. And through it all she was consistently herself, unmistakably Joan Crawford, star. Katharine Hepburn says that every great star has a talent to irritate. Joan Crawford had that: whether you liked her or did not like her on the screen, you could not ignore her existence nor deny her quality.
I thought Joan Crawford could never die. Come to think of it, as long as celluloid holds together and the word Hollywood means anything to anyone, she never will.”
-George Cukor, May 22, 1977
Joan Crawford (March 23, 1906- May 10, 1977)
“Joan was so vital it’s difficult to realize she is no more; vital in voice, thinking and movement. It was with this vitality, among other things, that the chorus girl, Lucille LeSueur, painstakingly shaped herself into Joan Crawford, and Joan Crawford painstakingly shaped herself into the great star she remained until she died - and the legend she is sure to be.” - Modern Screen, 1977
“She had fixed her hair, put on some lipstick, and one of her favorite robes. She knew she didn’t look well; she was too thin. She hadn’t slept all night, and she was in pain. She turned on the television set, neatly pulled back the cover, and got into bed. On 10 May 1977, Joan Crawford died in the bedroom of her New York City apartment.” - Not the Girl Next Door, Charlotte Chandler
“I thought Joan Crawford could never die. Come to think of it, as long as celluloid holds together and the word Hollywood means anything to anyone, she never will.” - George Cukor
Rest in peace, Cranberry.
Joan Crawford || 23 March 1906 - 10 May 1977
There’s nothing else to say.
I wish with all my heart she were still here or I were there with her during the time she was alive.
I almost feel cheated, not ever having the chance of meeting most of my idols.
Joan Crawford, Greta Garbo, Deborah Kerr, Judy Garland, Lucille Ball, etc. You get the…
“Nobody can imitate me. You can always see impersonations of Katharine Hepburn and Marilyn Monroe. But not me. Because I`ve always drawn on myself only.”
—Joan Crawford | March 23, 1905 – May 10, 1977
RIP to a True Legend! You are missed :)
Rest in peace, Lucille Fay LeSueur [May 10, 1977]
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Joan Crawford in Our Dancing Daughters, 1928.
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