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Showing posts with label Mark Miller. Show all posts
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Thursday, March 7, 2019

ALL THAT HEAVEN ALLOWS: A Biography of ROCK HUDSON

ALL THAT HEAVEN ALLOWS: A Biography of ROCK HUDSON. Mark Griffin. HarperCollins/2018.

This welcome if imperfect new biography of Rock Hudson looks back at the man's life and career and sexuality with some reflection, generally without employing too breathless a tone. Mercifully, it dispenses with the notion that there was anything real about Hudson's marriage to essentially lesbian Phyllis Gates, who was hoping for a cushy lifestyle as Mrs. Rock Hudson. It looks at Hudson's early days, his ambitious and ultimately successful attempts to get into the movies, the early influences and patrons who helped him achieve his goal, and his many friends and romantic partners -- such as actor Craig Hill [The Flight that Disappeared]--  some of whom are quoted extensively in the book. Understandably anxious to put all of his research and sources into the book, the author sometimes quotes people who I would consider suspect (do we need to know that Hudson supposedly "took" Mamie Van Doren on her kitchen floor?) and there are, perhaps, too many quotes from Phyllis Gates' unreliable, phony and totally discredited memoir, as well as long-time companion Tom Clark, who "in'd" both himself and Hudson in his own autobio. The business that Hudson may have fathered a child during his early years is never satisfactorily resolved. Griffin includes quotes from Hudson's two best friends, Mark Miller and his partner actor George Nader (via Nader's diary), and mentions the assertion from some that they may have manipulated Hudson into leaving them most of his money. Mark Christian's lawsuit against Hudson's estate, claiming Hudson never told Christian he had AIDS, is also scrutinized, and found wanting. Some women claim affairs or "interest" from Hudson as if they want people to think they are simply so sexy that they can temporarily turn a gay man straight, but this book pretty much portrays Hudson as essentially gay and not bisexual in any meaningful way. Griffin does not ignore Hudson's work in films (All That Heaven Allows; Pillow Talk; Seconds), on television (Macmillan and Wife) and in the theater (Camelot, etc.)  and analyzes his subject's thoughtful approach to his performances in different media. There are continuous testaments throughout the book as to Hudson's kindly and helpful nature -- he didn't just give career boosts to his boyfriends -- which makes it odd that he stayed away from his dying mother for six months, despite her wanting to see him, simply because he couldn't deal with her condition -- what sort of son is that? But when all is said and done, Hudson may have been a decent guy for the most part, but a movie star is a movie star is a movie star, more of a creature, an invention, than a real human being, although All That Heaven Allows does its best to humanize him.

Verdict: Readable, informative and entertaining. ***. 

Thursday, January 29, 2015

BLONDE-IN-BONDAGE

Mark Miller and Anita Thallaug
BLONDE-IN-BONDAGE aka Blonde in Bondage and Blondin i fara/1957). Director: Robert Brandt.

Larry Brand (Mark Miller), an American reporter, is sent to Sweden by his editor to do a story on the country's morals. While there he meets one beautiful woman after another, including Laila (Ruth Johansson) and Mona (Anita Thallaug), who sings -- more than once -- a terrible song called "Shock Around the Clock" and does a little strip tease. Mona is an addict who is fed drugs by her dealer boyfriend and manager, Max (Lars Ekborg), who gets nasty when Larry does his best to get Mona away from him and comes afoul of the drug gang. One good scene has Larry thrown unconscious on to a railroad track and nearly fricasseed. There's also a cat fight between two hookers and a chase-climax in a fun house. The Swedish locations are good, the music is terrible, the acting is adequate and then some, and Miller is okay enough as the hero. The actor who makes the most vivid impression is the talented Ekborg as Max. This is a Swedish film but it doesn't appear to be dubbed. Miller is probably best known for the TV sitcom version of Please Don't Eat the Daises. Ultimately this is rather boring despite all the goings-on.

Verdict: Not exactly a gift from Sweden. **.