My Lucky Stars: A Hollywood Memoir
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An Academy Award-winning actress and the internationally bestselling author of Out on a Limb delivers her touching, warm, and headline-making memoir. In My Lucky Stars Shirley MacLaine talks candidly and personally about her four decades in Hollywood, especially about the men and women--her "lucky stars"--who touched and challenged her life.
husbands died, leaving me with millions of dollars—and no life. The ultimate musical victim without parallel was Sweet Charity Hope Valentine. She was just like her name—sweet, full of hope, believed she was a valentine, and gave everybody her charity. Of course, Charity should have been a hard-bitten little whore who was basically only serious about the money she kept in her coffee can. It was time to do something else. I had learned all I needed to learn about the various forms of
Minnelli was an excellent director, simply because he didn’t direct much. He “let” us actors find our own characters and our own way. Dean thrived on the freedom he felt with Vincente—one reason his character of Bama was the finest of his career. But Frank was threatened by this way of working because the freedom of choice exposed him too much. Where acting is concerned, he likes the security of an autocratic, dictatorial personality, as long as he respects their talent. He did his best work for
becoming the characters who shone down from the screen. I loved the feeling of being totally immersed in the story, the relationships, the drama. Perhaps the reason was as simple as wanting to get out of the house. Or perhaps early on I had the feeling that there was, as Walt Whitman wrote, “a multitude of humanity within me,” and I enjoyed identifying with the multitude on the screen. My brother, Warren, and I went to the movies every Saturday and stayed for as long as we could sit there. And
protested. “You say the guy is you, but you’re not dead. How can you say that’s authentic?” Bob hesitated for a moment. “Okay,” he said. “I promise I’ll be dead by the first preview.” I choked. He was probably not far off the truth. I said I couldn’t dance that well anymore and didn’t want to spend the time and effort dieting and going to class. It was a relatively small part. He made me promise to see him a few weeks later when I’d be in New York. I met him at my apartment in New York a few
on screen and talked continually about it. I wondered if I would ever feel that much committed passion for a project. He was turned down for twenty years by every studio in town, and when he finally got the money to realize his vision, I was too old to play the part. Candice Bergen did it. In Attenborough’s (Dickie as we all called him) work, I saw a way to artfully entertain people while giving them a sociopolitical perspective on life. As an Englishman who admits to guilt and responsibility