Clint Eastwood: Make Movies, Not Speeches, Please!

Clint Eastwood may be a great movie star and filmmaker, but he is no angel -- no public speaker either. He's a shaky 82-year-old man who derailed the dignity of what had been a fairly positive outing for Republicans.
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Actor-director Clint Eastwood speaks to the audience at the Tampa Bay Times Forum in Tampa, Florida, on August 30, 2012 on the last day of the Republican National Convention (RNC). The RNC culminates today with the formal nomination of Mitt Romney and Paul Ryan as the GOP presidential and vice-presidential candidates in the US presidential election. AFP PHOTO Stan HONDA (Photo credit should read STAN HONDA/AFP/GettyImages)
Actor-director Clint Eastwood speaks to the audience at the Tampa Bay Times Forum in Tampa, Florida, on August 30, 2012 on the last day of the Republican National Convention (RNC). The RNC culminates today with the formal nomination of Mitt Romney and Paul Ryan as the GOP presidential and vice-presidential candidates in the US presidential election. AFP PHOTO Stan HONDA (Photo credit should read STAN HONDA/AFP/GettyImages)

"YOU'LL be here, too?" says Fred MacMurray to Barbara Stanwyck in the classic movie, "Double Indemnity." Stanwyck, at the door: 'I guess so, I usually am.' MacMurray: "Same chair, same perfume, same anklet?" Stanwyck: "I wonder if I know what you mean." MacMurray, as she closes the door: "I wonder if you wonder!"

I was out in the Hamptons of Long Island recently and we movie fans tried to remember all the great dialogue from all those old black and white movies. This one-- written by Billy Wilder and Raymond Chandler--is possibly one of the greatest film noirs ever. (It is based on the James M. Cain novel, and Wilder directed the movie, too.)

  • SO FAR, at the trendy Monogram Shop, owned by the exquisite Valerie Smith in East Hampton, right off Main Street - Mitt Romney is outselling Barack Obama by about 900 cups, napkins, or whatever Valerie is offering. Valerie admits that in the past, this kind of "polling"did not always indicate the political reality. I lived happily in the Hamptons for 18 years whenthings were simpler and more bucolic, with a great guy, the cookbook king Lee Bailey. We never thought we were the indicators of anything except writing, editing, acting talentand drinking/eating. So I don't know what's what these days. The Hamptons are always changing. But in some ways, it stays the same. Recently, I went to a party at the Meadow Club in Southampton. (I knew this club had more grass tennis courts than just about any place on the Eastern seaboard, but never mind...) My partners and I had been there often before but when we attempted to find it, in the dark, there wasn't a light; there wasn't a sign and so, we were indeed about 30 minutes late for dinner. When we asked for our host, named Epstein, the man at the door stiffed us , saying there was no such person listed. When we offered his wife's name -- Miller -- we were ushered right in. I assume this has no social meaning, solet's just forget it. But - everything old is new again!
  • JUST saw a man listed in Vanity Fair with a lot of other popular "current men to conjure with." I didn't know and had never heard of Uke Ude but there he is on page 253 for September and he is listed as an "artist." Mr. Ude looked quite outre and avant garde in his "custom tuxedos," but mainly, he caught my eye because he listed as his style icon -- Robert de Montesquiou. I could socialize all day and I would meet people who are buddies with the Kardashians but I'd probably not meet too many souls who know about the Baron of Proust's epic "Remembrance of Things Past." The Baron de Montesquiou was the one who said: "Every party must be given against someone." He spent his days in Paris searching for gray flowers to put in the room with his Whistler paintings. I love the outrageous Baron so I'd probably like Mr. Ude. It's nice of Vanity Fair to hark back to ye olde Paris! And, I will say, all this crap is just to take your mind off -- for a moment -- of what's really going on in the world.
  • THIS YEAR has been one big media blitz about my pal, the late lamented former governor of Texas -- Ann Richards. And next year might be just as big! She'd have been 79 years old last Saturday. But esophageal cancer ended her life and so in 2006, there I was, speaking, along with Hillary Clinton, at Ann's memorial in Austin. Ann had lived the last years of her life in New York City, moving here as others moved away, right after 9/ll. (These were some of the most active, funniest and fruitful years of my life because Ann was a brilliant companion and it was my joy to introduce her to everyone I knew.) The Jan Reid biography on Ann -- "Let the People In," will be out in October from the U of T Press...a reportedly good documentary on her -- "Ann Richards' Texas" -- has been making the rounds of the current film festivals and headed for commercial release...The A. R. School for Young Women Leaders is booming in Austin and its first senior class graduates in June under the tutelage of herdaughter Ellen (If you could make a contribution to Box 684746 in Austin (zip 78768), that would do much to cheer Ann's spirit)...Ann's other daughter Cecile is the fighting head of Planned Parenthood so one can't say Ann didn't leave a legacy.
But my favorite "Ann" is the coming play about a part of her life, written and acted by my friend the Emmy-winning Holland Taylor. (You have seen Holland as the over-sexed mother of Charlie Sheen on "Two and a Half Men." Her acting is super.) The play is already legendary. I saw it at the Kennedy Center and it has so far appeared in five cities. It will come to Broadway after the New Year when a theater opens up for it.
  • CLINT EASTWOOD is all-but a literal god in Hollywood. He is worshipped and can do no wrong; an elder statesman of the show biz community. But I thought his distracted, hesitant and unscripted appearance at Mitt Romney's nominating night might have clipped his wings a bit. It reminded me that back in 1994, this columnist took the side of his beleaguered mistress Sondra Locke. Sondra--an Oscar nominee for "The Heart is A Lonely Hunter"-- cohabited with Clint for 14 years. He made her an inescapable part of his film history, starring her in six famous films. But then things got messy and he was determined to be rid of her, using Warner Bros. to give her a contract for a three-picture directing deal if she'd drop a palimony suit.Only one of Sondra's movies came to fruition---"Ratboy." But she was aced out of the Arnold Schwarzenegger comedy, eventually realized by Universal as "Junior."
Naturally, Hollywood lined up behind Clint, Warner Bros. and Universal. Not much has been heard from Sondra since. (The last film of hers I can track down is something called "The Prophet's Game," back in 2000.) Clint Eastwood may be a great movie star and filmmaker, but he is no angel -- no public speaker either. He's a shaky 82-year-old man who derailed the dignity of what had been a fairly positive outing for Republicans. And he even descended into bringing the phrase "Go _____yourself!" into an important, albeit "religious" politicalevent.

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