Sunday, December 15, 2013

RIP: JOAN FONTAINE

Joan Fontaine, the Oscar-winning actress who was one of the last remaining links to Hollywood’s golden age of the 1930s and ’40s, has died at age 96, her assistant confirmed to The Hollywood Reporter.

In her most famous films — Rebecca, for which she was Oscar-nominated, and Suspicion, for which she won — Fontaine came across as appealingly passive-aggressive. She could seem radiantly shy, believably insecure, gazing into the middle distance with a hesitancy that drew you immediately to her side. Yet she fashioned a movie career out of willpower and, quite possibly, large reservoirs of spite.

The younger sister of Olivia De Havilland, she maintained a ladylike-yet-intense rivalry with the sibling who beat her to the big screen. Peer between the cracks of Fontaine’s filmography and you’ll find a more intriguingly aggressive persona than the actress was generally given credit for. Maybe she wasn’t Born to be Bad, as the title of her juicy 1950 Nicholas Ray noir claimed, but she was much more than the second Mrs. DeWinter — or the other De Havilland. Both sisters, in fact, were born to entitlement, the daughters of Walter de Havilland, a British patent attorney with distant royal blood, and his actress wife. The children were born in Tokyo, Joan in 1917, and after their mother learned of the father’s affair with his Japanese maid, she whisked them to California. (The studio publicity later ascribed the move to health reasons for the “sickly” children.)

Olivia kept her family name and made a splash in early talkie Hollywood; Joan, by contrast, looked to stepfather George Fontaine for a screen alibi and struggled in smallish roles for RKO and other studios — to see her timid, wooden performance opposite Fred Astaire in A Damsel in Distress (1937) is to realize the appropriateness of the title. She saw her sister take roles she had hoped for; she auditioned for and lost the part of Scarlett O’Hara in Gone with the Wind, only to see Olivia score the part of Melanie. Despairing of ever making it, Fontaine curled up in bed to read a new best-seller called Rebecca and instantly saw herself in the put-upon heroine struggling against a powerful (if dead) rival. The next night she found herself at a dinner party seated next to producer David O. Selznick, who owned the rights. “Would you like to test for it?” he asked.


Rebecca made Fontaine’s name, and she returned to director Alfred Hitchcock for Suspicion,as a young wife convinced husband Cary Grant wants to do her in. She was nominated for Best Actress — and so was De Havilland, for Hold Back the Dawn. Fontaine won by one ballot, and late in life, Olivia was still kicking herself for voting for Barbara Stanwyck. In the career that followed, Fontaine tried to stretch with lustier roles — a lady on a pirate ship in Frenchman’s Creek (1944), a poisoner in Ivy (1947) — and was nominated once more for The Constant Nymph (1943). But victimized elegance kept calling her back, no more so than in the sublime heart-breaker Letter From an Unknown Woman (1948).
Her later film work petered out into a mixed bag of costume films and potboilers, but she found rewarding work on Broadway in Forty Carats and The Lion in Winter, then in the occasional TV appearance, then in happy retirement in Carmel, Calif., where she passed away. Along the way, she married and divorced four times (the first time to actor Brian Aherne); “The moment I walk down the aisle, it’s over,” she told an interviewer in the 1990s. In that same interview, Fontaine said, “My sister was born a lion, and I a tiger, and in the laws of the jungle, they could never be friends.” Those feelings were discussed in greater depth in the actress’ 1978 autobiography No Bed of Roses. (De Havilland generally kept her claws withdrawn, if just as sharp — when the two actresses attended the 1979 Oscars for a reunion of past winners, they were placed at opposite ends of the stage.) Fontaine never let the sister act define her, but it lent her roles an urgency that lingers...



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3 comments:

  1. What a sad week it's been---Eleanor Parker, Audrey Totter, Peter O'Toole, and now Joan Fontaine. Don't you feel somewhat like an obituary writer, David?!

    Rest in peace, beautiful Joan. You will be missed...but through so many wonderful movies, you will live on. And besides, in the words of George Eliot, "Our dead are never dead to us, until we have forgotten them."

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  2. I agree. With the aging remaining stars of classic Hollywood and the entertainment community, I feel like I report on death a lot.

    However, I guess at this time, it is our duty to report on their lives so in death they are not truly forgotten.

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  3. Although I could not stay long,
    my lips have kissed your heart,
    remember that I love you still,
    even though I had to part.
    God wanted me home with him,
    for my work here was complete,
    hard to believe from someone,
    who walked with such tiny feet,
    this is somehow in his will,
    do not be sad & please don't cry.
    He must have known that you needed me,
    this is only for a short while, not good-bye.
    So remember that I have kissed your heart.
    And I love you more than you can see,
    An angel for you to love in heaven,
    This was how it was meant to be

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