The domestic diva had a dewy glow and a warm smile as she took in all of the delicious interiors at this year's event. I know because I was literally behind her most of the night as I walked through the lushly decorated mansion.
Jack Lemmon, who would have turned 88 this Friday, had a habit of saying to himself before every take: "It's magic time." This may strike some as mildly eccentric, but then for the most part, magic is precisely what he went on to create.
All great movies -- and great movie endings -- stay in our memories as normal or indifferent ones never could. They're like great taglines -- their strength lies in the very fact that we can't forget them.
"There is the well-honed Marilyn Monroe screen persona –- the breathy, girlish voice, the glamorous curves and the flirty sex appeal -– and then there are the films that allowed her to stretch, or at least allowed her to try."
My personal memory of Marilyn, far afield from Eunice Murray's terrible discovery, is splendid and dates back to the mid-1950s when I was barely a teenager and lived in the Belnord, the apartment building on the Upper West Side of Manhattan.