“No one can remain a lady after saying and doing what I have just overheard. However, ladies have seldom head any charm for me. I know what they are thinking, but they never have the courage or lack of breeding to say what they think. And that, in time, becomes a bore.” -Rhett Butler


Five minutes after they’d met,’ Clarence Sinclair Bull recalled, ‘she wrapped him round her little finger…she really had charm.’ Charm, but not as far as Gable was concerned the sexiness that might have fired their on-screen romance. He was more curious about this woman than amorous towards her. Above all, he was wary of her…Vivien, for her part, was not sexually attracted to Gable. Just as she could not see Olivier as Rhett Butler, now she could not visualize Gable as a substitute for Olivier. Both men were dedicated to different art forms and belonged to different romantic traditions.“ -Alexander Walker


1939: The Greatest Year in Movie History

   Clark Gable passed away on November 16, 1960 due to a heart attack.

   Ever since Marilyn was a small child, she thought of Clark Gable as a father figure since he very much resembled a photo of her real father whom she never knew. As she grew older, she also developed a crush on him.

   They first met in 1954 at a party thrown in her honor. That night, they shared a dance: a dream come true! He also sent her a bouquet of red roses while she was recovering from an operation. Many years later, she was thrilled when she learned he would be her love interest in The Misfits.

   Unfortunately, Clark died just as shooting ended for The Misfits. Marilyn found out by a phone call at 4 a.m. She said, “He was such a strong, upright man—a real gentleman—that it was a great shock. Like your father dying. I wept all night…I loved that man.” Clark’s wife, Kay Gable, accused Marilyn and her lateness to be the cause of his death. Although her lateness did cause tension on the set, it by no means affected Clark physically. In fact, he was the most understanding. When asked about Marilyn’s lateness, he said “She is worth waiting for.” The truth is Clark had a bad heart; the stunts which he insisted on performing himself consisted of being dragged on the ground by wild horses and being pulled over 400 feet at 35 mph by a truck, all in the hot desert, worsened his condition and ultimately lead to his death.

   Marilyn was deeply affected by his death. She did not attend the funeral in fear of having a break down. The ongoing blame from the media made her feel guilty. On top of that, people on the street would shout “murderer” at her, which lead to a suicide attempt. She opened her living room window and was going to jump out until she saw a woman she knew standing below. 

   Eventually, Kay Gable apologized to Marilyn and even invited her to John Clark Gable’s christening.

   RIP Clark Gable. I hope you and Marilyn continue to share many dances, lots of laughter, and warm embraces all these years in heaven.

Still in a mood for fun when the party ended, Gable and Lombard decided to visit the amusement pier at nearby Venice. Lombard had once rented the entire place for one of her wacky parties, so the owners had shown their appreciation by giving her a life-time pass. She took Gable for free rides on the roller-coaster, bumper cars, Ferris wheel, and other attractions. They held hands and necked like teenagers.


Favorite Period Drama Leading Men: Rhett Butler, Gone With The Wind (2/10)

I’m not asking you to forgive me. I’ll never understand or forgive myself. And if a bullet gets me, so help me, I’ll laugh at myself for being an idiot. There’s one thing I do know… and that is that I love you, Scarlett. In spite of you and me and the whole silly world going to pieces around us, I love you. Because we’re alike. Bad lots, both of us. Selfish and shrewd. But able to look things in the eyes as we call them by their right names.


List of Favorite Movies ▻ [½] Films you wish had a sequel | Gone With the Wind (1939)

Scarlett: Rhett, Rhett… Rhett, if you go, where shall I go? What shall I do?
Rhett Butler: Frankly, my dear, I don’t give a damn