Thursday, November 11, 2010

Off the Top of My Head: Myrna Loy and Invented Glamour

Myrna Loy, photographed by Horst P. Horst in the November 15, 1942 Vogue.

"You look at those old studio portraits and you say: 'My God! Were there people that really looked like that?' Scrupulous attention was given to achieving an ideal of beauty. It was considered a treasured, wonderful thing. I'm not sure it was the best thing--a lot of people with talent and personality got lost in the shuffle--but it created an image, an aura, a myth that endures."  ~ Myrna Loy in Being and Becoming, her autobiography

Myrna Loy (1905–1993) caught my fancy as an appropriate subject for the second entry in this casual series about the lost art of wearing a hat. Ms. Loy had the ability to transform a humble bit of sculpted cloth, feathers and ribbon into a statement of inner strength, a jaunty attitude, or an acknowledgment of  the divine foolishness required for a life in the spotlight.  Loy's trim form, lithe posture, and expressive yet exquisite heart-shaped face all blended with her talent to imbue her roles with her individual humor, grace and humanity over the course of seven decade career. She was a skilled actress, an intelligent beauty, and a concerned citizen. I suspect that her reassuring presence made audiences and her industry take her a bit for granted, especially since she made it all look easy.



I remember seeing Myrna Loy just a few years before her death being interviewed when she rolled her eyes and said that she knew the words "The Perfect Wife" would be part of her obituary's headline. The actress tried to redeem her image by some blunt truth-telling: she was not the ideal wife on or off screen, by her own frustrated admission. "Some perfect wife I am," she once said. "I've been married four times, divorced four times, have no children, and can't boil an egg." Perhaps Ms. Loy was correct about her wifely skills in reality, though on screen, even she might have a tough time arguing against consistent poise, charm and warmth--as well as talent. Beginning as an artist's model and dancer, the sloe-eyed, down-to-earth redheaded girl from Montana was earning bread for her fatherless family in Los Angeles by appearing in the chorus line at Grauman's Chinese Theater. Myrna began to garner roles on screen as well when when she was cast as a character labelled "Vamp" in 1925's What Price Beauty?, a Nita Naldi and Natacha Rambova silent vehicle, after which she appeared in a little epic called Satan in Sables (1925), resulting in a Warner Brothers contract. After her first starring role in Bitter Apples (1927) with Monte Blue, Myrna began to be cast in parts that downplayed her wholesome naturalism. With the arrival of sound Loy was still playing exotics (The Squall, The Mask of Fu Manchu, 13 Women), but her gift for the comic and romantic soon came to the fore as well (Love Me Tonight, Topaze, When Ladies Meet), and her star potential began to be realized in Manhattan Melodrama as a woman torn between Clark Gable and William Powell (we should all have such difficult choices in our private lives).

 Perhaps Loy made it all look too easy, since her skills as an actress never truly received the nod they deserved from critics or her industry (the Academy Award she received in 1991 was honorary). Her dramatic roles, particularly her beautifully modulated and often surprisingly poignant performances in The Rains Came (1939), The Best Years of Our Lives, The Red Pony (1949), Lonelyhearts (1958) and From the Terrace (1960), would be career highlights. Unbelievably, in between all this work, Myrna Loy committed herself to The Red Cross, giving up her career for the length of the Second World War, and later was active in helping to make the United Nations viable, becoming a peripatetic ambassador for UNESCO's efforts to help feed and clothe the world's poor.

Though Loy had been a very big star for decades, she remained rooted in her family, country and beliefs, dismissing her retroussé nose, creamy skin and streamlined, nearly perfect Art Deco form with the comment that "I was a homely kid with freckles that came out every spring and stuck on me till Christmas." Others felt differently. Among them were those who eagerly photographed her over the years, such as Clarence Sinclair Bull and Horst P. Horst, (who photographed her above). On camera, Myrna claimed that "I was glamorous [on film] because of magicians like George J. Folsey, James Wong Howe, Oliver Marsh, Ray June,and all those other great cinematographers. I trusted those men and the other experts who made us beautiful. The rest of it I didn't give a damn about. I didn't fuss about my clothes, my lighting, or anything else, but, believe me, some of them did."

Even after she'd graduated from a series of rather roles as an exotic figure in early movies, becoming a star, Loy found the focus on "achieving that ideal [beauty]...exasperating." She continued to be scrutinized for improved presentation, though Myrna was the first to acknowledge that "none of us is perfect. Everyone who has beauty must pay in one way or another. I have a little bone on the side of my nose," she once wrote, "that casts a shadow in certain lights. It drove the cameramen crazy, because they never knew when it would appear. They'd see the rushes, groan, 'There's that thing again,' and have to retake the scene. It looked like a tiny smudge on my nose. I mean you could hardly see it, but that's how far the mania for perfection went. Of course, the retakes got kind of expensive so they called me into the makeup department one day: 'We think maybe we're going to have to fix your nose.'  I was horrified. I used to be known as 'The Nose' for goodness' sake--thousands of women went to plastic surgeons to have it duplicated.  I said, 'Never! Nobody's touching this nose!' and got out of there fast."

According to the actress, it "was hell getting started [in the movie business during the studio era], but once you were in, they coddled and cared for you.  They groomed you and made you look wonderful.  They saw that you played lots of different roles, and if the public responded to a particular characterization, the studio  there would exploit it.  That was a two-edged sword, because it established an image and made stars of us while usually limiting our range. There were writers writing for you, deftly promulgating that image.  We had such writing talent at our fingertips...you could call up the Hacketts or Bob Benchley or Ben Hecht; Charlie MacArthur and Anita Loos were there...I could go on and on."


"There was so much coverage, so much invented glamour. When you finished a picture, you went to Clarence Bull, or George Hurrell, Laszlo Willinger or Ted Allan, those great still photographers, and you did two or three days of sittings with your co-stars.  Then you would have portraits taken for hours on end. We posed for thousands of photographs, which went out with appropriate, if not necessarily accurate, copy to publications all over the world. Once you were an M-G-M star, that's the way it was.   It helped to have talent, of course, but that constant saturation created this legendary kind of thing. We couldn't help becoming legends."


In the pictures below featuring Myrna Loy in a variety of hats, you can judge for yourself, and perhaps a bit more objectively, about the photograph and the subject.
Myrna early in her career An early sophisticated pose by Myrna Myrna in an early Halloween shot image name Myrna as an exotic from AsiaMyrna in the early '30s
Myrna in Beware of Married Men in 1928Myrna as the daughter of Fu Manchu Medieval Myrna with Will Rogers in A Connecticut Yankee in King Arthur's Court As the evil Eurasian avenger in 13 Women Off camera with Arthur Hornblow,Jr. Myrna in the early '30s
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Sources:  
Being and Becoming by Myrna Loy and James Kotsilibas-Davis(Donald I. Fine, Inc., 1988), "Myrna Loy, Model of Urbanity in 'Thin Man' Roles, Dies at 88" by Peter Flint, The New York Times, December 15, 1993

6 comments :

Anonymous said...

She's exceptionally beautiful!

Jacqueline T Lynch said...

This is a fun series, Moira. Hats aside, which are terrific, I just love the studio portrait photography of that era. Never mind Hollywood, I have some old family portrait photos done by the storefront photographer which are stunning. They used a much slower film stock then, and relied more on meticulous lighting than today. My factory worker relatives look like movie stars in them.

We have so much convenience in our cell phone cameras, and that convenience perhaps has made us willing to trade artistry for crap. As for the chain department store photographers, which are the affordable option these days for most people who want a formal portrait, my shutterbug uncle with his old box Brownie turned out better work.

VP81955 said...

It's that honesty about Myrna that made her such a special person, both on screen and off. She was beautiful in so many ways.

Moira Finnie said...

Thanks so much for responding so thoughtfully to this post. I do think that Myrna Loy's inner life seems quite vivid in the meticulous photos that captured her changing beauty--though I would not trade places with them, part of me envies the women of her time the education they had in presenting their outer selves to the world. The life of the mind in our more casual, instantly accessible age has many advantages, though there is something to be said for burnishing one's appearance with an eye toward the impression we want to make on others. Perhaps Loy seemed to be a model of balance between the inside and outside.

Caftan Woman said...

Other actresses might become idols, but Myrna Loy was a true role model.

Oh, but the hats look so silly and so difficult to carry off well. Oh, but I'd love the chance to dress so stylishly.

Anonymous said...

She's absolutely beautiful...

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