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9 of 11 people found the following review helpful:
4.0 out of 5 stars
Fantabulous Gorgeousness!, February 16, 2004
Oh, my, a book chronicling the legendary feud between Bette Davis and Joan Crawford! The same feud that inspired such quotes as 'Hollywood's first case of syphillis, I wouldn;t sit on her toilet' (Bette on Joan) and 'Some would call it Art. I would call it camouflage' (Joan on Bette's makeup)! A book chronicling not only the face-to-face fights but also the lives of the two most enduring legends of the Hollywood Machine??Sign me up!! When I got my hands on this book, I had expected it to be a sycophantically-observed tirade on Who Did What To Whom (A bit like Andrew Morton's Madonna, or Christina Crawford's Mommie Dearest), but happily Sean Considine has more than enough intelligence and talent not to allow this to happen. A huge, absorbing book, it literally takes each of these Uber-Divas in turn, and, chapter by chapter, charts their meteoric rise from very different beginnings to Hollywood Royalty-status, right to the lonely end of Ms. Crawford (she died first). Included are several wonderful asides about certain movies, and light is shed on some of the more over-exaggerated aspects of the stars' lives (such as Joan's children and Bette's fracas with Warner Bros). First-hand interviews with each of the stars preface the book, and I challenge anyone who is a fan not to find something new in here (for example, did you know that Joan was supposed to play Christopher Reeve's mother in Superman? Except she died before the movie casting people found out?). Considine is clearly a fan of both women, but does a commendable job of keeping commentary unbiased and even, and, happily, gives it a hefty dose of dry observational humour, to boot. It's a meandering, hugely-detailed style of writing, and one, while not perhaps best suited to a stereotypical biography, here it works better than anything else could have. We know already pretty much everything we can know about these two women, and thanks to Considine's wit and superior talent as a biographer, we re-read it without being bored. Photos are nothing special (though there are some lovely shots of young Bette, who, despite popular opinion, was a very beautiful young woman), but that's secondary when a story is so absorbing and well-told. Curl up with a hefty glass of vodka, send the children to bed (or give them to Carol-Anne to tie up, whatever :-), and enjoy this intelligently-told, totally engrossing story. Highly recommended.
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