Word: tierney
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...lesson: watch out for the jaded aristocrats of New York. Back in the 1840s, according to the evidence of Dragonwyck, one innocent Greenwich girl named Miranda (Gene Tierney) knew no better. She was helping with the chores on her father's farm when fate gave her a chance to go to Dragonwyck, the Hudson Valley home of a distant relative. Miranda trembled with joy, begged to be allowed to accept. Her parents, dubious at first, finally relented...
Eleanor Roosevelt, who has been called about everything else, was called by Artists' Agent Leora Thompson one of the few women whose legs "fully reveal their soul." Said Gamologist Thompson: Eleanor's legs reveal "traveling dynamism"; Stripteuse Margie Hart's-"suppressed dignity"; pallid Cinemactress Gene Tierney's - "exotic desires"; Dancer Vera Zorina's-"dynamic magnetism"; Columnist Elsa Maxwell's fatted calves-"outraged complacency...
Reporting on a Hollywood party she attended, Diana Barrymore, 24, said that Lawrence (Dillinger) Tierney pasted her cousin, Sammy Colt, 36, so she, Diana, gave Tierney what-for, as he stood there with his shirt off, "like Tarzan." And furthermore, she said: "You dreary, dreadful actor, if you want to fight, hit me." Then she slapped his face eight times. The party, given by Artist John Decker, climaxed in six simultaneous fist fights, but nobody but Jack LaRue lost enough blood to be worth bothering about...
Leave Her's heroine is jealous Ellen (Gene Tierney), whose somewhat too-intense love for her husband (Cornel Wilde) leads her to drown his brother, throw herself downstairs, and eventually poison her own coffee. The unhappy story moves through breathtakingly stylish country interiors which make no particular point except to show that the characters have plenty of chintz-upholstered leisure for getting into mischief...
...amount of strenuous plot trouble-or even a long fall down a flight of steps-seems to jar Gene Tierney's smooth deadpan. Waking or sleeping, in ecstasy or anger, joy or sorrow, her pretty, composed features seem to be asking the single, gamin-&-spinach question...