Three ‘Grand Hotel’ films

grand hotel premiereIn the  1930s and in the 40s hotels became popular sets for the playing out of  the human drama on film.  Hotels were where strangers of consequence crossed paths, where incognito was the cocktail de la jour and where spies and art connosieurs alike were on the hunt for the original. Grand Hotel Scene Three films of the era that immediately come to mind have remained classics to this day and continue to inspire.  The most famous of these ‘ Grand Hotel’ made in 1932 starred Greta Garbo , John Barrymore and Joan Crawford with a cast of supporting characters that read like a who’s who of Hollywood at the time.  Garbo plays a ballet dancer whose career is waning. Her character falls in love with a poverty stricken Baron ( John Barrymore ) who , unbeknownst to her, has just stolen her jewels.  Crawford,meanwhile plays a struggling actress working as a stenographer to save enough for a trip to Hollywood and a screen test. grandhotel CrawfordHer boss ( Wallace Beery ) a wealthy industrialist in the hotel to close a business deal.A former employee of the industrialist, a company accountant, played by Lionel Barrymore, is staying in the hotel because he is terminally ill and wants to live out his last days in luxury.  Turns out he actually won a large amount of money on the same day his tests came back positive.  These characters come together and play out their lives in the kind of  stylish hotel that few could afford in those days.  Garbo & BarrymoreThe glamourous backdrop makes the lives of the characters seem even more desperate.  Another film ‘Idiot’s Delight’ less well known but equally as good starred Norma Shearer who was also a very big star and very competetive with both Crawford and Garbo.  Married to Irving Thalberg she had quite some clout. Starring opposite Clark Gable in this film, the same year he played Rhett Butler in ‘Gone With The Wind’, she certainly prooved she could hold her own.  Playing a duchess to Gable’s ‘Harry Van of Les Blondes’ a troupe of dancing girls, she is holed up in a five star hotel in the Swiss Alps awaiting a visa which her lover has promised to get for her. Gable and Shearer 'I.D'. Idiot's DelightThe lover just happens to be a munitions dealer and is on the run himself.  The problem is that Harry (Gable) recognises her as a trapeze artist he once had an affair with back in Omaha and this causes complications.  Without going into too much deliberation it is the hotel itself which is the real star.  The Alps can be seen through a giant window in one of the elegant lounges.  It is here where the final scene is played out against a bombing blitz which has devastating consequences and empties the hotel of all it’s occupants except for Harry and his duchess.  The third film which deals again with transient characters on the run , in hiding, or wheeling and dealing, was not terribly popular in Hollywood and was not so well publicised in it’s day.  This is because the film is about the German view of the war and deals with the dilemmas suffered by German civilians during a time when their country also suffered the degradations of war. Made in 1945 as the war was in it’s sat stages Peter_Lorre_in_Hotel_Berlin this film deals with spies,resistance fighters, informers and Nazis.  There is a drunken doctor played by Peter Lorre and a tramp played by Faye Emerson who will do anything or anyone for a pair of shoes. HotelBerlinPage The leads played by Helmet Dantine and Andrea King are both taking shelter at ‘The Hotel Berlin’.  He is involved with the German underground movement and she plays a famous actress’ Lisa Dorn’ trying to flee the country.  There is definitely something intriguing about unconventional characters stuck in classy hotels playing out their scenarios for a wider audience.  A winning formula indeed.  Perhaps we all need to escape to a luxury hotel from time to time even if we don’t need to just to get away from the ordinary.  For those who can afford it there is honour amongst  theives … tramps …. drunken doctors… duchesses in disguise …

© Renee Dallow ( Hybiscus Bloom ) 6/4/2014

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The kiss

MyrnaandWilliam Powell movingThere is so much more to the humble kiss

Than deciding on where and when

The romantic smooch is hard to resist

If you’re in the state of zen

The kiss of passion mixed with love

Can make you moan and groan

With the moon and the stars way above

Now invading your zone Robert Taylor & Vivienne Leigh

But it’s the movie kiss you really crave

With the sound of violins

Gable and Lombard 'No Man Of Her Own'If you  can achieve this then you are saved

And everybody wins

Then there’s a kiss that’s  just being polite

A familiar meet and greet

Sometimes merely a form of respite

Which can be bitter sweetWaterloo Bridge

The air kiss can be truly offensive

With the perpetrator fake

Hard not to be on the defensive

If  being kissed by a snake

The public peck on the other cheek

Is always just for show

Perhaps because they think you’re a geek

????????Or they just don’t want to know

And then of course there’s the Judas kiss

The ultimate betrayal

The intent behind it not easy to miss

You know that you’ve been nailed.

The kiss is also an accepted cultural device

In  countries near and far

Italians kiss twice and the French thrice

Before they know who you are

But the best kiss of all so many of you sayBacall and Bogart

Is when you play it for keeps

On your extremely expensive wedding day

When you love somebody heaps.

© Renee Dallow ( Hybiscus Bloom ) 19/3/14

Love and marriage 50s style

1950s wedding  VogueThe wedding dress was decidedly pretty and feminine with lot’s of lovely tule.  The bride was always elegant too.  She wore gloves which were removed when rings were exchanged and she wore a shorter veil.  The covers of Vogue and Harpers Bazaar which often featured brides , as getting married while still extremely young, was the epitome of high achievement for girls of the 50s. 1950 wedding Hapers Bazaar It is the same today but the major difference is in how long the marriage lasts.  Values have changed much over the decades and so have lifestyle choices.  As it is no longer possible to survive on one wage couples have to work which means less time for each other.  In the 1950s the tradition was that the wife stayed at home while the man brought home the wages and dolled out what he felt was the correct amount for house keeping.  Her role was to support him in every decision he made. But during the honeymoon the world was her oyster.  He took care of her and settled all the bills.  The roles were very clearly defined from very early in the piece.  He was in charge and she made him look good.skin cream ad  Society expected a man to be supportive  his wife for all his days.  The wife was expected to play her part by having his children and attending to the house.  It was not her role to interfere with his job or with his daily business affairs.  so deep in loveThis is why secretaries were in such high demand. There are reasons for stereotypes though as it was not uncommon for the secretary to  run away with the husband.  Cruising was as popular then as it is now for people running away from something or some-one for a short period of time.  Flying too was alot more glamorous and not as stressful as it is today.  What a shame so many airlines have gone to ground.  At the time of writing this 5,000 jobs have been lost at Quantas.  Flying this airline was once a treat with wonderful service  and comfortable seats.  The stewards anticipated the passengers every whim even in economy class and the hostesses gave out little airline kits with socks and toothpaste along with sweets. All was top of the line from baggage handlers to those who refuelled the planes.

Quantas clockA country and it’s business enterprises are like a marriage.  They have to support each other.  Running away  off shore with the secretary is not going to do any good.  Sometimes it is necessary for the wife to interfere and see if the books are in order.  In fact it is often mandatory.   wife's visit to the office

It is important that one hand

knows what the other is doing. To be complacent is not the answer now and it certainly wasn’t the answer then. We have a glorified view of life in the 50s and things were not always as they seemed.  In fact day care wasn’t even a business back then and often the children were left to a sitter who would put them in a pen and leave them to entertain  themselves. In other words they could be looked after just as well at home.  They didn’t need to be sent elsewhere.  child penThis was very common and these children didn’t seem to suffer overly from A.D.D.  So  what is the the solution to the troubles of today?  Can marriages be expected to stand the test of time leaving both sides equally happy with the contributions made by the other?  just say yesIs it really just a matter of give and take?  Be Positive!

© Hybiscus Bloom

  ( 27/2/2014 )

50s bride in tule

The Past Tense Of Youth: Chosen to dance

Harem DancersThe carriage ride back to Topkapi was quite an event for me for it was a whole new world full of noise and colour and …. dust.
 So much dust rising up from the winding roads caking the curtained windows from which I viewed the passing villagers and the beautiful countryside which they had the freedom to wander at leisure.
The women, though veiled, appeared contented as they went about their family errands.

I shared the carriage with two black eunuchs and with another of the servants much younger than I .  She was , in fact, my dresser as well as being a sort of consort there to watch me and report my every move back to the sultan.  I have mentioned the sultan many times but have not yet described him and so I will attempt to do so now from my own very distanced and very subjective point of view not having all the facts.  The man who had reigned as sultan at the time of my entrance to the harem in the year of 1908 was Abdhul Hamid the second. I was twenty one years old and had apparently been there since 1897 when the sultan’s men had taken me from my parents in our small Albanian village at the age of ten. I had only fleeting memories of that life but the memories of my life in Cumberland at Greylin castle  in the years up to and including 1936 were all too clear.

Abduhl Hamid 11 was a strange but kindly little man who was to me like a father figure though he was nothing like my father back in England at all.  The sultan was also very cultured and was a lover of European operas and of all the arts.  He also loved to design furniture and specialised in exquisite wood turned chairs.  That very morning I had heard from others in the harem that a visiting opera company would be performing for the sultan  and for select officials and dignitaries at Yildiz Palace close by and that his excellency was trying to decide on which of his favourites should dance for the company at curtain close.   Harem Blonde ( Fabio )As I sat there in the carriage, listening to the whirr of wooden wheels and the clanking of spokes rotating in their sockets and pondered on the likelihood of my being chosen to dance.  Behind us was another carriage escorted by carefully chosen guards and at least a dozen janissaries on fine horses.  In this carraige was the divine Rana and the three others purchased on that day.  I could see the sultan’s men jostling for a place beside the carraige door so that they could peer in and gaze at the circassian beauty who was as unobtainable to them as was a mountain of gold.  I knew that Rana , after appearing before the sultan, would be chosen.

How could he resist her?  She was by far the most exotic creature I had ever seen.  Her wild raven hair would surely complement my honey locks and we would make quite a contrast.  I peered out through the slits in the window bracket with only a gauze veil  to sheild my mouth from rising dust particles and thought I noticed a lone horseman following her entourage.  A white horse.  A dazzling white horse.  Bild 088It was he.  Gurel.  My Gurel come to save us.  I thought then of the painting I had seen in ‘The Long Hall’ at ‘ The Hydro Majestic’ and realised that we three would be forever entwined but that the love Gurel felt for Rana was not the same as the love he would feel for me. Somehow this understanding seemed to make everything right.  All would be the way it was meant to be and there was nothing I could do to change it.  I must just be content to love for the sake of love and to be able to share the one I had chosen with one who would make him whole.

 For without having loved Rana his soul would never be free and he would never have found me.   ‘The Blue Mountains’ in that far distant land of Australia were of the same hue as the Caucases where Rana and Gurel had roamed as gypsies and danced with nature as their universe.  How I longed to emulate that wild spirit but knew that to do so would be to dishonour my calling.  I must remain true to myself.  I was the slow burning flame never to be extinguished.


© Renee Dallow ( Hybiscus Bloom ) 2/1/2014