Robert Montgomery & Ronald Colman on Ronald’s yacht the Dragoon.
(May 21, 1904 - September 27, 1981)
I just want this on my blog again
Ten years after the death of Robert Montgomery, Elizabeth Montgomery is asked during a tape-recorded home interview her “most vivid memory” of the Hollywood legend as he was in his most successful role: her father. There is a long silence, inside of which one imagines that she takes herself back to the autumns—his favorite season—spent on the New York farm; back to the polo fields and tennis courts; to the colonial kitchens and the company of James Cagney, who was to her not the iconic movie star but a second father; to the television sets and Broadway stages now haunted by the ghost of his innovation; to the snaps of a typewriter at the earliest gasp of dawn; to the assortment of animals he valued perhaps above all else; to standing before his vast personal library, where one of the world’s largest Max Beerbohm collections resided. To his recitations of Shakespeare and Shaw; to his near-religious consumption of milk and club sandwiches; to the enchantment of him in tweed; to the theaters of his cracking temper. Maybe even to the gone December twenty-fourths when he, as every year, and with profound sentiment, read aloud A Christmas Carol. Back to these vapors.
At last she answers—what immediately comes to her mind when she thinks of “Daddy” is the sight of him on horseback.
But then, among a series of taut, Morse-like conjunctions and pauses, she wanders into a thought she doesn’t seem to have anticipated. “His laugh, I remember,” she murmurs simply, somatically, as if the vision of her father in the gather of a grin was a reflex that had burrowed up through her with great urgency. “I mean, I like—that’s—that’s what I…” And from the vacillating bough of her stammers she yanks abruptly into a sixty-year-old anecdote without hesitation, returning her father’s idiosyncratic chuckle to its place in a drawer of things she has saved from the past.
Joan Crawford & Robert Montgomery in a promotional style for ‘Letty Lynton’, 1932.
Actor’s actor - Paradox in Hollywood is Bob Montgomery, matinee idol who, as Guild President, can talk turkey like any hard-boiled businessman. Male attraction of MGM’s “Three Loves Has Nancy,” he boasts a technique that registers equally as well on the polo field as in the projection room, is envied by fan and film folk alike for his professional skills, his grin and his supreme mastery of the art of living.
“Optimist” — a tribute to Robert Montgomery | May 21, 1904 — September 27, 1981
“He never radically reshaped the screen. Rather, he conferred on it his own sense of scale, a kind of intimate yet rigorous refinement. He confided to us his own definition of tone and style; and through these, an enduring definition and affirmation of civilisation.”
p. s. - i would recommend watching it here for the best possible viewing quality since tumblr compromises the quality on here!
Princess Robert Montgomery was the talk of the town today after throwing a glass of water in Jack Hartley’s face. “Bitch!” cried Princess Robert Montgomery, drenching Hartley.
No official word has been released on the cause of what gossip writers are now calling “The Waterloo Incident,” save for a cryptic tweet from Princess Robert Montgomery (@barthelmessfan521) which reads:
hahaha maybe bitches shud think twice next time they talk shit!!!! ever heard of karma dumbass wat goes around comes around lol skank #bitch
Once I was standing talking to Bob Montgomery when a pheasant sounded in the woods, and Bob turned [in its direction] to say—very, very affectionately—“I hear you, I hear you.”
James Cagney, Cagney by Cagney
→ The Divorcee (1930)“So look for me in the future where the primroses grow and pack your man’s pride with the rest. From now on, you’re the only man in the world that my door is closed to!”
→ Private Lives (1931)Amanda: Shall we get roaring, screaming drunk?
Elyot Chase: I don’t know. We tried it once before and it was a dismal failure.
Amanda: It was lovely at the beginning.
Elyot Chase: You have an immoral memory, Amanda. Here’s to it.