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THE GARBO NEXT DOOR
One day in 1954. while I was producing the TV series The Halls of Ivy, which starred Ronald Colman, Eleanor Aherne, the wife of the actor Brian Aherne, called to invite me to dinner. She asked me not to mention the invitation to our mutual friends the Colmans. This seemed odd, but because it was always a pleasure to visit the Ahernes at their wonderful house in Santa Monica, I saw no reason not to comply with Eleanor's request. f did ask for an explanation, and her reply was short and dramatic: “We have Garbo staying with us.”
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Barbara Hutton had lived in the house where we were dining before the Ahernes. It had been built around 1930 by Nick Schenck, president of Loew's and MGM. He had sold it to Cary Grant and Randolph Scott, who made a pact that whichever of them married first would get the house. Cary married Barbara Hutton, so Randy moved out. Barbara had done her best to glamorize what was basically a straightforward California beach house. The inspiration for the dining room came from Maxim's of Paris–red damask, red velvet, and lots of mirrors. You sat on banquettes against the walls, but it was a narrow room, so you could comfortably talk to the people across the way.
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I was totally charmed. After dinner I told Brian that it must be thrilling to have Garbo staying in his home. In 1964 our friendship almost turned professional. With hundreds of hours of television under my belt, I had an opportunity to make my first feature, The Trouble with Angels, based on Jane Trahey's book Life with Mother Superior. I thought I could g et Garbo for the Picture. She would have been perfect as the mother superior–no hair problems, no costume changes, and, best of all, no leading man to worry about. The part had lots of warmth and humor, and over the years I'd seen a wonderfully funny side of her. I sent the book to her in New York, and she showed interest. By the time the script was finished, Garbo had retreated with her friend George Schlee to his house at Cap d'Ail on the French Riviera. I phoned to tell her the script was on its way.
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A week passed and I didn't hear from her, so I phoned her again. Once more, Garbo hemmed and hawed, and I realized she was going to need even more stroking. “Look,” I said, “I'll come to France to talk to you in person.” After our discussion in Cap d'Ail, my friendship with Garbo had a hiatus. But in the late 1960s it sprang back to life in a rather unexpected way. She became my neighbor. During those early-evening visits, we talked about all kinds of things. Eventually, we even talked about her movies. It took a few years, however, before I dared to broach the subject. The picture she talked about most often and most freely was Two-Faced Woman. It was her last film, made in 1941, and she hated it. She described in graphic detail the horror of going to the preview in Long Beach and realizing the picture was no good. Because she liked Louis B. Mayer and the director, George Cukor, she offered to shoot the final scenes over again. In fact, they reshot them twice. But no amount of tinkering could fix the flawed film. Garbo's verdict: “Two -Faced Woman was not good and never could be made good.”
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Garbo and Hauser rarely went out in the evening, but one of their infrequent excursions intrigued me: George Cukor invited them to his house for dinner with Mae West and one of her musclemen. The two fabled ladies had never met.
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The next night she arrived as usual for her Guttysark. We talked about this and that, but Garbo didn't mention Mae West. Finally, exasperated, I said, “Well, what did you talk about with Miss West?” Eleanor Aherne called one day and asked what I would think of bringing our mutual friends Greta Garbo and Irene Dunne together for the first time over dinner at the Ahernes' in Santa Monica. I told Eleanor a story Irene had told me years earlier about Garbo. I never took a photograph of Garbo. I always wanted to, but I never did. At the end of one of her California trips, she came to the front door and rang the bell. I could see who it was, and I could also see she was in a playful mood, with a half-gallon jug of Cutty Sark slung over her shoulder.
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“Why don't you let your hair grow a little longer and let it hang just above your shoulders?” I once asked her. Going to a public place with Garbo was always an adventure, partly because she hated to commit herself to anything in advance. One night I mentioned I was planning to go to the Farmers Market the next morning. I asked her if she'd like to go along. “Well, let me see how I feel tomorrow” was her entirely predictable response. She was constitutionally incapable of committing to anything on the spur of the moment.
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Back out on Beverly Drive, I recognized Angie Dickinson walking toward us with her daughter. Angie had worked for me years earlier on G.E. Theater. I introduced the two of them to my shopping companion, and we chatted for a minute or two. But you could never linger in the street when you were with Garbo. To her closest friends, such as Eleanor Aherne, Greta Garbo was G.G. If you were on the next level of intimacy, you called her Miss G. That is how I always addressed her, and she always called me Mr. Frye. Even Gayelord Hauser, who was one of her closest friends, she always referred to as Dr. Hauser. Everyone else called her Miss Garbo.
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The accent was a dead giveaway, but I went along with her little ruse. “Good morning, Miss Brown, you're up very early.” Garbo had a great curiosity about sex–especially who was doing what to whom. She didn't want details, exactly, just the broad brushstrokes. During one of her visits to Los Angeles, I had to go to New York to talk to Gloria Swanson about appearing in my film Airport ‘75. |
from: VANITY FAIR April 2000
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