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The Fabulous Forties

The ideal American beauty, circa 1941


The great screen beauties of the 1940's are a peculiar bunch: for the most part, their stardom (which, in some cases, was extraordinary) failed to outlast the decade. The wartime sirens didn't become warhorse troupers, unlike those whose fame came to the fore in the 1930's, chief among them, Joan Crawford, Bette Davis, Katharine Hepburn, Barbara Stanwyck, Marlene Dietrich, Rosalind Russell, and Olivia de Havilland -- all of whom continued their careers with their stardom undimmed well into the future decades. And even the newer stars that followed in the 1950's, as television encroached and the studio system crumbled, seemed to have greater staying power: witness the longevity of Elizabeth Taylor, Audrey Hepburn, Doris Day, Sophia Loren.










Timeless faces, top to bottom: Joan Crawford, Bette Davis, Marlene Dietrich, Elizabeth Taylor, Audrey Hepburn


The number one box office attraction of the 1940's, Betty Grable, despite remaining a beloved star and icon of her time, was washed up in pictures by 1953. The decade's reigning musical star, Judy Garland, became an even greater legend by the 1950's and 1960's, but largely on the basis of her concert performances and personal triumphs and tragedies -- Garland only acted in four more films after 1950. Only Lana Turner emerged from the 1940's with her movie stardom intact -- and even that was badly waning throughout the entire 1950's, until a potentially damning scandal gave the former Sweater Girl such notoriety that her box office appeal suddenly went into a third act revival.







Lana Turner, a legend in three acts: superstar (1947), on the skids (1950), resurrection (1959)


Most of the celluloid goddesses of the 1940's are frozen in amber, forever shrouded in the shadows of film noir, or enshrined in the nobility of wartime pluck and determination. Unlike their supercharged 1930's predecessors, their glamour wasn't a fantastical illusion, but somehow more realistic -- while still more remote, moody and less approachable than those who inherited the mantle in the 1950's. Over the next few weeks, we shall showcase some of our favorites from the fabulous, fleeting, Forties. Most made films before and after, but the basis of their stardom is contained in that one unique decade. We inaugurate this series with the Most Beautiful Girl in the World...

Welcome...


...to the 20th reunion of Metro's little red school house.

Gypsies, Tramps and...

Lush Life

Elizabeth Taylor, photographed by Henry Clarke for Vogue, 1967

This is one of our favorite photos of La Liz: well past the ingenue stage; into her uber-glam Jet Set period; but not yet at the "I'm only 36 but act 56, I'm sauced by 10 a.m. and, yea, why not have another helping of Peach Melba?" (as the brilliant JungleRed put it) crisis mode. She looks grown up, assured and lovely here; and doesn't she remind you all of a certain gorgeous lioness over at Stella's Roar? Have a glamorous weekend, darlings!

The Last of the Red Hot Mamas


DAME ELIZABETH TAYLOR
1932 - 2011

Leo's Lionesses

Natalie Wood in All the Fine Young Cannibals (1960, MGM)

Gina Lollobrigida in Go Naked in the World (1961, MGM)

Elizabeth Taylor in Cat on a Hot Tin Roof (1958, MGM)

Lightweight, middleweight and heavyweight divisions.

We're Back...

...with a challenge for you! Meet our Divine Dozen:













These broads -- and we use that term with the utmost respect and affection -- are the most frequently-posted on SSUWAT. But only one, by way of your votes, can be named Queen of the Lot. Tell us who should wear the crown, and why. We can't wait to hear from you, darlings -- and, needless to say: we've missed you.

Can We Talk?


"That horrible blonde woman? I couldn't be bothered paying attention to anything she says about me." - Elizabeth Taylor on Joan Rivers

Late Period Liz




Now, we can't get the haunting thought of La Liz's shrill little voice bleating the lyrics of "I'm Still Here" out of our head.