A favorite memory: Agnes of God, and Elizabeth Ashley acting her brains out as Geraldine decided, for some reason, to quietly converse with the back of her own wrist, and no one in the theater was looking at anything else.
Bonus Geraldine Page–Julie Harris shot.
Leave us not forget that Geraldine Page took her turn in a Sam Shepard play.
My god, that hand.
Perhaps unsurprisingly, I just, at random, opened the George Jean Nathan volume I'd set on my bed table last night to an entry on Geraldine Page, flipped a few pages ahead, and landed on an entry on Julie Harris.
He thought them both v. promising.
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I have a weirdly visceral distaste for "Blues in the Night" yet seem unable to bring myself to delete from my iTunes the ten versions of it I've accumulated because it feels disrespectful to Judy, Ella, etc. This is a problem.
Whistle, I'm happy to point out, does not rhyme with trestle.
Boy oh boy wait till we get to how I respond to Così fan tutte....
Has ever a performer been more incontrovertibly beloved?
I'd forgotten that there was a TV production of Damn Yankees with Phil Silvers, Lee Remick, Jerry Lanning, Bob Dishy, Jim Backus, and Fran Allison as Meg.
You may know that Barbara Bel Geddes's father was the noted designer (including for the theater) Norman Bel Geddes. I just learned that Bel Geddes is a mashup of Norman's born surname (Geddes) and his wife Helen's middle name (Belle).
This discovery brought to you by a George Jean Nathan reference to BBG as "Miss Geddes" and my going Wait, what?
Here's a cute picture of her and Barry Nelson in The Moon Is Blue.