Originally Posted by himmmm
PART ONE:
(NOTE: This is long. VERY long, and detailed. Sorry about that, but it’s a long goodbye. Wow, I’m kind of teary-eyed and nervous at the same time. Like jumping off a high dive the first time - holding a puppy in your arms! lol. Here goes
Hello my old friends (and our new guests as well), I hope each of you are well today.
I first started reading CDAN after an actress friend showed it to me. In fact, you’d be surprised how many actors, filmmakers, and musicians read this blog. Some even comment. I assure you that you’re far cooler than any of them (lol).
From the beginning, this thing has been about sharing some tidbits from behind the scenes, enjoying the community, and maybe trying to even help a few people along the way. All courtesy of my friend Enty. It’s been fun, scary, heartwarming, and hilarious all at once. I (and my associates) have enjoyed it totally, and it’s the most fun I’ve had with my clothes on.
Somehow, this “thing” has gotten a little out of hand. Imagine you and your pals sitting around gossiping and talking. Suddenly you realize a hidden camera is on you, and its being broadcast on the net, and every TV station alive. It might freak you out. That’s how it’s felt the past few weeks. Plus one innocent guy getting buried with crap and he’s a good guy too. But on with the show right?
Now I want to share with you a story and info that goes back a long, long way into Hollywood history. It concerns one of the biggest male stars ever, and one of the most beloved female stars to ever live.
She began her career as a child actress, and enchanted the world. Her mom was the ultimate stage mom, and she had an odd upbringing by normal standards. But she was not that bad compared to many child/teen stars we know about today.
As her teen years came into being, she began to rebel against her mom and the morals of the 1950s. In those days a studio owned you totally and your life was created by them. She went on dates arranged by the studios, and the PR people. In effect, she dated a LOT of gay guys too. In fact, she became close friends with many of the town’s biggest gay stars (closeted or not).
She made the transition from child star into teen actress, and did her duty professionally. But inside, she wanted to be wild and dangerous. And when the new breed of method actors came onto the scene - Brando, James Dean, etc. - she loved it and wanted to be part of that scene.
So badly in fact, that when this director began casting for his teen rebel film, she would do ANYTHING to get the part and prove she was not just a pop idol little kid anymore. And yes, she did do ANYTHING she could. She dressed like a femme fatale, drank, swore, and partied hard. She would have sexual encounters with the director at his bungalow, even though he was twice her age and was married. She didn’t care.
She did get the role, and was carved into legendary status instantly as part of this iconic film and its lore. But sadly, her rebelliousness and partying ways opened a door that was hard to close. As a result, a lot of other male stars and directors and producers assumed she’d do ANYTHING to get other roles too. They were wrong.
One day she was invited to meet with this movie star about an upcoming major role. This man was a legend already, and was very powerful. The studios bowed to him, and he had control over films, budgets, and casting. His PR image was that of a stud, and a righteous family man. His real life was dark, seedy, and without a moral compass.
So as expected, the actress - still a teenager - wanted to meet the powerful star to discuss the role. Thinking the herself was powerful and savvy, she accepted the invite. In his hotel room. She never saw it coming.
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Himmmm said...
PART TWO:
Without even discussing the film, this actor - drunk already - began making a pass at her. She politely declined, and excused herself. He wouldn’t have it. He literally threw her down, slapped the hell out of her, and ripped her clothes off. He shouted obscenities at her, continually punched and held her arms so tight he left scars and bruises.
He raped her repeatedly, spitting on her, and did permanent damage to her body. She was bleeding everywhere, with a battered face. She passed out. When she came to, the actor was still in the room gloating, and told her to come see him tomorrow night and he might give her the role. He laughed at her as she fell down, her legs so wobbly and weak. She gathered her torn clothes, and tried to walk out of the hotel and to her car - blood and semen running down her legs and bruises already forming on her face.
She could barely make it back home in her car. She wanted to kill herself, so ashamed of what happened. The damage to her psyche was permanent, and haunted her forever. But her physical pain was intolerable. She got home and her mother was aghast. Her parents blamed her. Her mom said she must have made the actor mad and offended him. They called a doctor, who took her to the hospital secretly to have her treated. When back at home, she stayed in bed and hidden for weeks.
The studio knew, and did nothing. After all, the star actor was a money machine. Even the actresses powerful agents and friends were helpless to punish him, or else they’d be cast out as well. In the 1950s, much like today, you didn’t rock the boat. The actress eventually recovered physically, and for keeping quiet the studio and agents rewarded her with a bountiful career. She grew into an amazing woman with a legendary career. But she never forgot, or forgave, and never got over what happened.
She never named the star actor publicly, but her friends and family knew the truth. Even after marriage and kids, if she saw this actor anywhere - she would almost convulse and cry. And worst of all, Hollywood and the world continued to honor him, pay him, and treat him like a king.
Today, he’s still alive and barely holding on. But those who know the truth are still hoping and praying he will rot in hell for eternity. That all his good deeds and donations will never mask the truth. That he WILL face justice for the lives he destroyed.
So when the time comes, and the now 95 year old Kirk Douglas, the superstar actor, finally dies, there will be tributes and honors about him. Just remember that he is a monster who never repented, apologized, nor showed any sorrow for destroying the lives of others. Especially the life of that young beloved actress named Natalie Wood.
Think about this when you hear about him being honored by the Academy for his “moral force” in the movie community. Think about his own son who died from a drug overdose, and his own big star son who is a walking monster himself. Think of his grandson who dealt drugs and got others hooked on it too. Think about this every time you see a film starring anyone in that family.
I worked with Natalie’s daughter on a film in the late 90s. Like her mother, Natasha is an amazing woman and amazing actress who is a great person in every way.
I know a lot of you have speculated that I’m some nobody nut-case pretending to be someone else. Pretending to be a movie star when in fact I’m not. I think that’s kind of hilarious. But if you want to call Natasha and ask her the name of the male actor she co-starred with in a movie with Heather Graham, then go for it. Call her at home if you want to but be polite. Her number is: ac 310 Four Five Six Five Nine Zero Six. And remember, she’s NOT in on this so don’t blame or interrogate her.