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- May 18, 1992: M. Dietrich:The Secret in Her Soul
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- TIME--The Weekly Newsmagazine--1992
- May 18, 1992 Roger Keith Coleman:Due to Die
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- <article>
- <source>Time Magazine</source>
- <hdr>
- CINEMA, Page 72
- The Secret in Her Soul
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- <p>Sexy, elusive, contradictory, Marlene Dietrich transcended her
- screen roles to create an indelible image of femininity and one
- of the century's enduring enigmas
- </p>
- <p>By Richard Schickel
- </p>
- <p> She created, during 62 years of international fame, one of
- the century's most indelible (if ambiguous) images. Yet she
- passed the last 13 years of her life as a virtual recluse--cranky, litigious and, considering the length and strength of
- her celebrity, by no means wealthy. She was, by common critical
- consent, one of the great stars of the movies' Golden Age. But
- she was never wildly popular with the mass audience and was once
- dubbed box-office "poison" in an exhibitors' poll.
- </p>
- <p> It was artists and intellectuals, trying to explicate her
- mystery, who did the most to propagate her legend. She was
- Ernest Hemingway's pal (he called her "the Kraut"), and she
- conducted famous liaisons with men ranging from John Wayne to
- the gloomy popular novelist Erich Maria Remarque. Yet she was
- also a devoted mother and grandmother who never divorced her
- only husband, even after he became a chicken rancher in the San
- Fernando Valley. She was, everyone agreed, "sexy," but no one
- ever satisfactorily defined the nature of her appeal, which
- eventually settled into a dislocating combination of threat and
- good nature, the elusive and the earthy. When she died alone at
- 90 last week in her tiny Paris apartment, the world did not
- exactly mourn her, most of it being too young to have powerful
- emotional connections with her. But it did pause to ponder, one
- last time, the enigma that was Marlene Dietrich.
- </p>
- <p> She carried within herself more than her share of the
- calamitous contradictions of this century. She was born
- bourgeois in Berlin, avatar of some of the best in modern art
- and much of the worst in modern politics. Her father died when
- she was a child, her stepfather was killed in World War I, and
- her hopes for a career as a violinist were ended by a hand
- injury. By 1929 she was making a career on the German stage and
- screen. It was then that another of this century's perpetual
- emigres, gifted, egomaniacal Josef von Sternberg, noticed the
- "cold disdain" with which she eyed the nonsense of a theatrical
- farce in which she was appearing. It was just the quality he was
- looking for in the leading lady of a film he had come to Berlin
- to make.
- </p>
- <p> Leading slut is more like it. For The Blue Angel is the
- tragic (if now faintly risible) story of the sadomasochistic
- relationship between a nightclub singer and a middle-aged high
- school teacher who becomes obsessed with her. The callousness
- of Lola-Lola's manipulations was memorable, but not more so than
- the soon-to-be-famous legs that walked all over her victim. Von
- Sternberg returned triumphantly to Hollywood, and Dietrich
- followed.
- </p>
- <p> Paramount teamed them for six more pictures. But Von
- Sternberg was a Svengali who used his Trilby less as a performer
- than as another element in his lush decor--and an androgynous
- one at that. It suited him to dress her in white tie and tails
- (and to have her kiss a woman before she embraced Gary Cooper
- in Morocco). At first Dietrich fit into Hollywood's pantheon of
- sexual ambiguity somewhere between Greta Garbo and Mae West. Von
- Sternberg did nothing to soften her exotic sexual challenge or
- penetrate her masklike countenance, both of which were largely
- his creations. The studio finally separated them.
- </p>
- <p> Her revision of his creation made her a more flexible,
- enduring and ultimately more appealing figure. She learned to
- purr vulnerably in Desire (1936) and demonstrated that quality
- still more poignantly in such later films as Witness for the
- Prosecution and Judgment at Nuremberg. People began to suspect
- that her watchful coolness was a way of avoiding pain. But she
- also demonstrated her gift for raucous invulnerability (and bold
- self-parody) in Destry Rides Again (1939), and that humanizing
- talent would later serve her in vehicles as varied as The
- Spoilers and Orson Welles' Touch of Evil.
- </p>
- <p> But she did not depend on her increasingly spotty screen
- career to sustain her legend. Her fierce anti-Nazism before
- World War II and her heroic exertions to entertain Allied troops
- during it endeared her to people as no movie role ever did. And
- the "glamorous grandmother," sewed into her astonishing
- costumes for her fabled cabaret and concert appearances, finally
- confirmed the still distant yet remarkably tenacious terms of
- the public's devotion. "She knows where all the flowers went,"
- critic Kenneth Tynan wrote of her solo act. They are, he said,
- "buried in the mud of Passchendaele, blasted to ash at
- Hiroshima, napalmed to a crisp in Vietnam--and she carries the
- knowledge in her voice." It is possible that she carried that
- instinctive knowledge in her soul long before she or anyone else
- recognized it. And that it required long years before she could
- break through her own reserve and other people's ideas about her
- to express it.
- </p>
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