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“… or they were women like Lizabeth Scott, a kind of blonde Joan Crawford, who weren’t necessarily evil themselves, but whose very presence seemed to invite evil. Every time she appeared, the atmosphere became heavy, and we knew that trouble, big trouble, was ahead.”
/ Feminist theorist Molly Haskell in her book From Reverence to Rape: The Treatment of Women in the Movies (1987) /
Ash blonde of hair … smoky of eye … raspy of voice (John Kobal once memorably likened it to “a voice that sounded as if it had been buried somewhere deep and was trying to claw its way out”) … Sultry Lizabeth Scott (née Emma Matzo, 29 September 1922 - 31 January 2015) died on this day. For decades Scott was mostly uncelebrated (and bedevilled by comparisons to the more famous Lauren Bacall) but more recently she’s been reappraised as one of the most haunting and enigmatic of forties and fifties actresses and an essential figure in film noir. So far, I’ve screened three of Scott’s movies at my monthly Lobotomy Room film club (Desert Fury (1947), Pitfall (1948) and Too Late for Tears (1949)) and it’s been gratifying to see how audiences respond to her. For anyone curious about the famously secretive Scott, the 2022 memoir Lunch with Lizabeth - screenwriter, author, producer and filmmaker Todd Hughes' account of his friendship with her - is required reading. Pictured: judging by Scott’s hairstyle here, this is a glamour shot promoting the 1950 film Paid in Full.
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I want hair in a colour of my window frames, the tip of my powder brush, the colour of my pretty classmate's eyes, deep oaky with a splinter of amber, the colour of the fur of a cat I saw once, the golden hour tree bark, my mum's old jacket, the skin colour of the boy with a gorgeous smile, my cappuccino when I add too little milk, the best type of chocolate, the colour the old books feel like
Wooyoung actually charged his silver light
hair of my dreams ✨
You’ll drown in the depths of my profoundness and crave more -Ese