I really enjoyed both “Hepburn and Garbo” and “Ten Notes on
Oscar Weekend,” especially because in the earlier chapter Smith discusses her
favorite movie—The Philadelphia Story—which also happens to be my
favorite movie. I found it incredibly
interesting to read these chapters side by side because of the stark difference
in strategy Smith employs when discussing these various actors and actresses.
In “Hepburn and Garbo,” Smith fully buys in to the goddess statuses of Hepurn
and Garbo, gushing about her personal admiration and life long devotion to the public
personae of these women. In including so much biographical information, Smith
joins the many legitimators of the legend of these women that had been crafted
over decades by Hollywood
and now bears the distinguished, romantic sheen of an iconic past. In her
defense, Smith’s idea of perfection necessitates complexity, depth, courage,
and independence of mind, yet she systematically adds to the misty elevation of
these figures in a way that consciously immortalizes them. Not only does she
buy into the mythicism of these women, but she champions them as something
perfect of the past that will never again exist. At the end of her discussion
of Hepburn, Smith writes “The marvelous weight of the pleasure ennobles all
clichés, and I hope to see the obituaries full of ‘the last of her kind,’ ‘the
greatest star in the firmament’ and the rest of that sort of guff because, for
once, it is all true” (159). The fact that this essay is in some ways a eulogy,
written days after Hepburn’s death, in part explains why it is possibly more sentimental
than if Smith had written it at another time. Yet I found it very interesting
that Smith chose to end the essay talking about clichés. As a successful
novelist, Smith no doubt has a particular sensitivity to cliché and what it
means in writing, so this statement can be seen as curious. Maybe she is saying
that at the heart of these clichés is pure sentimentality, which is why they
ring false and feel cloying under most circumstances. But, in an instance like
this when actress beloved by so many, who has given the public so much
pleasure, dies, the only appropriate emotion is sentimentality and therefore
those phrases paradoxically become right and fitting.
In complete contrast, in “Ten Notes on Oscar Weekend,” Smith
takes a completely opposite tack in discussing the various movie stars and
other famous people in the industry. While it becomes fairly obvious, the
reader doesn’t officially find out until the very end of the chapter that Smith
is consciously subverting everyone’s expectations of an Oscar weekend account:
“What if you got assigned to write about the Oscars and you didn’t mention a
single name? You know, as a kind of demystifying strategy?” (221). She instead
focuses on depicting attitudes; everyone has an attitude about Hollywood and collectively those attitudes
conglomerate into an often unruly beast of expectations, glamour, exclusivity,
and dehumanization. There are the “hot girls” and their “jock boyfriends” who sip
expensive cocktails, groom themselves into oblivion, and feel they are on the
lower tiers of the Hollywood glow by virtue of their appearance and habits;
there are the aspiring writers and actors who often work as waiters, ever
pushing at the seams, hopeful of a big break and admittance into the club; then
there are the stars themselves, the people on the inside, whom Smith paints as
professionally oriented but so conscious of the public gaze that they cannot
even laugh at these events, but instead narrate their reactions: “That’s
hilarious. That is so funny” (215). I felt Smith’s anti-name strategy
was very effective at giving us an almost anthropological view of Hollywood;
unencumbered by emotional responses to famous names, the ridiculousness, the performance,
the endless and inescapable grasping and wanting came through and created a
very perceptive social critique.
PS Because I am not totally immune to curiosity about who
she saw/met that weekend, I did a little googling and found this picture. http://guestofaguest.com/tag/oscar-party/
This reminds me of when I go on and on about how much I love my favorite band, but then when other people say they like them I think they're losers. I'm drowning in irony!
ReplyDeleteThanks for the link. I was going to look it up. Also i was dying to see her over the top dress that got trashed later.
ReplyDeleteAnyway, you're right about attitude being the focus in the later story and how she keeps names out, we can focus on the attitude. Also, happy to know you've seen Philadelphia Story--it's a golden age of hollywood staple and Tracy Lord is an likeable/hateable character, if i ever saw one.
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