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MILESTONES, Page 49She Did It the Hard WayBette Davis: 1908-1989By Richard Corliss
The frail wee bird tottered onto Manhattan's Lincoln Center
stage last April, surveyed the gilded hall in which she was being
paid tribute, and bellowed her famous line from Beyond the Forest:
"What a dump!" Even in her decrepitude, sapped by a stroke and the
rodentoid cancer inside her, Bette Davis knew how to fill a room
with her majestic arrogance. When she died last week near Paris at
81, that hard-earned pride was Davis' enduring legacy.
And how her pride spilled across the screen! In 101 feature
films and TV movies, she created Hollywood's first and finest
portrait of the thoroughly modern woman: her independence born in
-neurosis, her strength forged in professional and domestic combat,
her man of the moment an irrelevance or a desperate burden. "I
either have to hold him off/ Or have to hold him up," she sang in
Thank Your Lucky Stars. The only thing Bette Davis cared to hold
up was her head.
Young Bette (she said it was pronounced Bet) held up her head
through her parents' dissolved marriage, a childhood exiled to
boarding schools, an apprenticeship under movie moguls ready to
crush a headstrong actress. She got what she wanted and paid for
it: four stormy marriages of her own, an estranged daughter, a
lonely life. Davis hoped her epitaph would read SHE DID IT THE HARD
WAY.
How hard? She was canned in 1931 by Universal's Carl Laemmle,
who said she had about "as much sex appeal as Slim Summerville."
Laemmle's loss was Warner Bros.' gain; she worked there for 17
years. In her first films Davis already had the mannerisms down:
the window-washer hand gestures, the lush cigarette smoking, the
too precise diction. And of course the Bette Davis eyes, which she
batted like whiffle balls at any man in her path. Yet Davis felt
strangled in minor roles and lame movies. It took a loan-out to RKO
in 1934 to prove she could be more than a society ingenue. In Of
Human Bondage she played a tart waitress with a blend of shopgirl
prissiness and sexual loathing. In 1936 she won an Oscar for
Dangerous and soon after walked out on Warners. The studio sued to
get her back.
Warners was a tough guy's studio, and it took a tough woman to
stand up to the boys in the front office. When Davis returned to
work, she was rewarded with a golden decade of melodrama. Now a
Davis heroine would seize her destiny (The Letter) or fight it to
the death (Jezebel, her second and last Oscar). She would go blind
with dignity (Dark Victory) or go to hell in style (The Little
Foxes). She could be noble as well (in All This and Heaven Too and
Now, Voyager), while making the world seem a meaner place for
insisting that she bend her passion to its propriety.
And then, having created Bette Davis, she got to do Bette
Davis: to heighten her performances till they swerved between
tragedy and camp. She served wit on a knife to Anne Baxter in All
About Eve, a rat on a platter to Joan Crawford in What Ever
Happened to Baby Jane? She kicked her style into a higher gear for
a new movie audience raised on sensation. She could still cause
one; she could still be one.
"So many people know me," Davis says in All About Eve. "Except
me. I wish somebody would tell me about me." Moviegoers could tell
a lot just from her movie dialogue. On the callowness of men: "I'd
like ta kiss ya, but I just washed my hair" (The Cabin in the
Cotton). On the road of romance: "Fasten your seat belts. It's
going to be a bumpy night" (All About Eve). On accommodating a
lonely life: "Don't let's ask for the moon. We have the stars"
(Now, Voyager). So no grieving on Bette Davis' account, or our own.
For more than a half-century, we had the star.