impossible?”
I couldn’t make out her expression. “Yeah.”
“Well, giving up chooch isn’t the way to do it. If you want to figure out what it is you want, the way to do it is to watch a lot of movies.”
She looked defensive again.
“How do you think Alis came up with this dancing thing? From the movies. She doesn’t just want to dance in the movies, she wants to be Ruby Keeler in
42nd Street
—the plucky little chorus girl with a heart of gold. The odds are stacked against her, and all she’s got is determination and a pair of tap shoes, but don’t worry. All she has to do is keep hoofing and hoping, and she’ll not only make it big, she’ll save the show
and
get Dick Powell. It’s all right there in the script. You didn’t think Alis came up with it on her own, did you?”
“Came up with what?”
“Her
part”
I said. “That’s what the movies do. They don’t entertain us, they don’t send the message: ‘We care.’ They give us lines to say, they assign us parts: John Wayne, Theda Bara, Shirley Temple, take your pick.”
I waved at the screen, where the Nazi commandant was ordering a bottle of Veuve Cliquot ’26 he wasn’t going to get to drink. “How about Claude Rains sucking up to the Nazis? No, sorry, Mayer’s already playing that part. But don’t worry, there are enough parts to go around, and everybody’s got a featured role, whether they know it or not, even the faces. They think they’re playing Marilyn, but they’re not. They’re doing Greta Garbo as Sadie Thompson. Why do you think the execs keep doing all these remakes? Why do they keep hiring Humphrey Bogart and Bette Davis? It’s because all the good parts have already been cast, and all we’re doing is auditioning for the remake.”
She looked at me so intently I wondered if she’d lied about giving up AS’s and was doing klieg. “Alis was right,” she said. “You do love the movies.”
“What?”
“I never noticed, the whole time I’ve known you, but she’s right. You know all the lines and all the actors, andyou’re always quoting from them. Alis says you act like you don’t care, but underneath you really love them, or you wouldn’t know them all by heart.”
I said, in my best Claude Rains, “‘Ricky, I think that underneath that cynical shell you are quite the sentimentalist.’ Ruby Keeler does Ingrid Bergman in
Spellbound
. Did Dr. Bergman have any other psychiatric observations?”
“She said that’s why you do so many AS’s, because you love movies and you can’t stand seeing them being butchered.”
“Wrong,” I said. “You don’t know everything, Heada. It’s because I pushed Gregory Peck onto a spiked fence when we were kids.”
“See?” she said wonderingly. “Even when you’re denying it, you do it.”
“Well, this has been fun, but I have to get back to work butchering,” I said, “and you have to get back to deciding whether you want to play Sadie Thompson or Una Merkel.” I turned back to the screen. Peter Lorre was clutching Humphrey Bogart’s lapels, begging him to save him.
“You said everybody’s playing a part, whether they know it or not,” Heada said. “What part am I playing?”
“Right now? Thelma Ritter in
Rear Window
. The meddling friend who doesn’t know when to keep her nose out of other people’s business,” I said. “Shut the door when you leave.”
She did, and then opened it again and stood there watching me. “Tom?”
“Yeah?” I said.
“If I’m Thelma Ritter and Alis is Ruby Keeler, what part are you playing?”
“King Kong.”
Heada left, and I sat there for a while, watching Humphrey Bogart stand by and let Peter Lorre get arrested, and then got up to see if there were any AS’s on the premises. There was klieg in the medicine cabinet, just what I needed, and a bottle of champagne from one time when Mayer brought a face up to watch me paste her into
East of Eden
.I took a swig. It was flat, but better than nothing. I
I couldn’t make out her expression. “Yeah.”
“Well, giving up chooch isn’t the way to do it. If you want to figure out what it is you want, the way to do it is to watch a lot of movies.”
She looked defensive again.
“How do you think Alis came up with this dancing thing? From the movies. She doesn’t just want to dance in the movies, she wants to be Ruby Keeler in
42nd Street
—the plucky little chorus girl with a heart of gold. The odds are stacked against her, and all she’s got is determination and a pair of tap shoes, but don’t worry. All she has to do is keep hoofing and hoping, and she’ll not only make it big, she’ll save the show
and
get Dick Powell. It’s all right there in the script. You didn’t think Alis came up with it on her own, did you?”
“Came up with what?”
“Her
part”
I said. “That’s what the movies do. They don’t entertain us, they don’t send the message: ‘We care.’ They give us lines to say, they assign us parts: John Wayne, Theda Bara, Shirley Temple, take your pick.”
I waved at the screen, where the Nazi commandant was ordering a bottle of Veuve Cliquot ’26 he wasn’t going to get to drink. “How about Claude Rains sucking up to the Nazis? No, sorry, Mayer’s already playing that part. But don’t worry, there are enough parts to go around, and everybody’s got a featured role, whether they know it or not, even the faces. They think they’re playing Marilyn, but they’re not. They’re doing Greta Garbo as Sadie Thompson. Why do you think the execs keep doing all these remakes? Why do they keep hiring Humphrey Bogart and Bette Davis? It’s because all the good parts have already been cast, and all we’re doing is auditioning for the remake.”
She looked at me so intently I wondered if she’d lied about giving up AS’s and was doing klieg. “Alis was right,” she said. “You do love the movies.”
“What?”
“I never noticed, the whole time I’ve known you, but she’s right. You know all the lines and all the actors, andyou’re always quoting from them. Alis says you act like you don’t care, but underneath you really love them, or you wouldn’t know them all by heart.”
I said, in my best Claude Rains, “‘Ricky, I think that underneath that cynical shell you are quite the sentimentalist.’ Ruby Keeler does Ingrid Bergman in
Spellbound
. Did Dr. Bergman have any other psychiatric observations?”
“She said that’s why you do so many AS’s, because you love movies and you can’t stand seeing them being butchered.”
“Wrong,” I said. “You don’t know everything, Heada. It’s because I pushed Gregory Peck onto a spiked fence when we were kids.”
“See?” she said wonderingly. “Even when you’re denying it, you do it.”
“Well, this has been fun, but I have to get back to work butchering,” I said, “and you have to get back to deciding whether you want to play Sadie Thompson or Una Merkel.” I turned back to the screen. Peter Lorre was clutching Humphrey Bogart’s lapels, begging him to save him.
“You said everybody’s playing a part, whether they know it or not,” Heada said. “What part am I playing?”
“Right now? Thelma Ritter in
Rear Window
. The meddling friend who doesn’t know when to keep her nose out of other people’s business,” I said. “Shut the door when you leave.”
She did, and then opened it again and stood there watching me. “Tom?”
“Yeah?” I said.
“If I’m Thelma Ritter and Alis is Ruby Keeler, what part are you playing?”
“King Kong.”
Heada left, and I sat there for a while, watching Humphrey Bogart stand by and let Peter Lorre get arrested, and then got up to see if there were any AS’s on the premises. There was klieg in the medicine cabinet, just what I needed, and a bottle of champagne from one time when Mayer brought a face up to watch me paste her into
East of Eden
.I took a swig. It was flat, but better than nothing. I
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