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New York Post - December 1, 1986

Thank you, Deborah Moran!!

The following are several articles from the New York Post on 12/1/86, in tribute to Cary's death.  

He was a trouper to the very end 
by Joy Cook; pgs. 2 & 12

  Cary Grant died a trouper's death, collapsing of a massive stroke just moments after rehearsing for a road show performance in Middle America.
  He had charmed the stagehands and fiddled with the microphones, a perfectionist to the end.
   The 82-year-old silver-haired star, who made the term debonair a personal trademark, died six hours after his backstage collapse Saturday night in the Mississippi River town of Davenport, Iowa.
  "He had been his old chipper self.  He made several stage changes to improve the performance during rehearsal, to improve the enjoyment of his audience," said Lois Jacklin, director of the group that arranged the 90-minute film clip and question period, "A Conversation with Cary Grant.

White House and Hollywood mourn loss
-- by Jack Schermerhorn; pg. 2

  Cary Grant, the leading man of some of Hollywood's finest films, was remembered by President Reagan as a man whose "elegance, wit and charm will endure forever on film and in our hearts."
  "Nancy and I are very saddened by the death of our very dear and longtime friend," Regan said as he returned to Washington from a Thanksgiving holiday at his California ranch.
  "We will always cherish the memory of his warmth, his loyalty and his friendship.
  "He was one of the great people in the movie business," said Jimmy Stewart, who starred with  Grant in "The Philadelphia Story."
  "I am saddened by the loss of one of the dearest friends I ever had," said Frank Sinatra.  "I have nothing more to say except that I shall miss him terribly."
  "He was one of the greats -- in the same league with Clark Gable and Spencer Tracy," said comedian George Burns.
  "He was one of my heroes," said Dean Martin.  "He was not only a great actor, he was a refined and polished gentleman.  We were very close friends, and I'm going to miss him."
  "He was the most handsome, witty, and stylish leading man both on and off the screen.  I adored him and it's a sad loss for all of us," said Oscar-winning actress Eva Marie Saint, who appeared with Grant in Alfred Hitchcock's thriller "North By Northwest" in 1959.
  Alexis Smith, a leading lady of the 1940's and '50s who played opposite Grant in 1946's "Night and Day," remembered him fondly.
  "I think he was the best movie actor that ever was," said Miss Smith.  "There's a term 'romance with a camera,' and I doubt anybody had as great a romance with the camera as he did."
  "Cary Grant was surely as unique as any film star and as important as anyone since Charlie Chaplin," said Charlton Heston.
  "We have just lost the man who showed Hollywood and the world what the word class really means," said Emmy-winning actress Polly Bergen.
  "He was the one star that even other stars were in awe of."

The Secrets Behind the Charm
-- Roger Ebert; pgs. 4 & 57-58

  Everyone knows that Cary Grant was the most charming man in the history of the movies, but charm alone did not make him a star, and indeed he rarely offered only charm in a performance.
  There was always something underneath, a quiet reserve, a certain coldness, a feeling that he was evaluating his leading ladies even as he romanced them, and that dual nature is what made him so important in so many different kinds of films.
  He brought comedy to thrillers, danger to romance, and even a certain poignancy to slapstick farce.  He always gave us more than we bargained for.
  Look, for example, at his famous kissing scene with Ingrid Bergman in Hitchcock's "Notorious" (1946).  In the movie, they are in love with each other, but Grant is a U.S. intelligence official trying to convince  Bergman to marry Claude Rains, the leader of a postwar Nazi spy ring.
  Hitchcock's shot begins on a balcony overlooking Rio.  Grant begins to kiss Bergman, and as they stay in each other's arms, they move slowly inside, where Grant picks up the telephone and makes a call, still holding her and kissing her, and then he guides them toward the door while she breathlessly makes dinner plans and he smiles rather remotely at her and then leaves, saying "goodbye" with an ironic smile.
  This is the kind of scene that perfectly captures what was unique about Grant as a movie actor.  He had the kind of  handsome charm and sex appeal that made him  completely convincing as a romantic leading man, but mere seduction never seemed very high on    his list of priorities in the movies.  He and his characters often had hidden agendas, secrets they were more interested in than love itself.
  In "Notorious," Grant cold-heartedly sends the woman he loves into a marriage with a Nazi and then cuts off communication with her because he thinks she has turned into a drunken slut (actually, she is dazed because the Nazis are slipping arsenic into her coffee).
  Another leading man might have wanted to appear in a better light, would have protested against such cruel  behavior. 
  But Grant seemed to welcome ambiguity; although he appeared in a lot of formula movies, he rarely played a formula character.  Often he is effective in a movie just because he is playing against the other acting styles on the screen, keeping a poker face through a comedy and then dropping light-hearted wisecracks into a suspense picture.  
  Whatever and whoever he played, Grant was almost always recognizable as himself in a move; he didn't go in for disguises and prop noses.  That led some critics to assume that he was always playing himself.  In a way, they were right; but what Grant himself tried to explain was that even "Cary Grant" was a role he was playing.
  "I first created an image for myself on a screen, and then played it off-screen as well," he once said.
  In  his 1983 book on Grant, Richard Schickel wrote: "The screen character he created started sometime in the mid-1930s drew on almost nothing from his autobiography, but was created almost entirely out of his fantasies of what he would like to have been from the start."
  The start, for Grant, was a long way from what he became.
  Born Archibald Leach in 1904 in Bristol, England, he was the only child of a possessive mother and a withdrawn father.  His parents were unhappily married, and the key psychological event in his life occurred when he was 9, and came home from school one day to find that his  mother was no longer there.  
  At first he was told she had gone on holiday, and then that she had gone somewhere on a long visit.
  Only 20 years later did he learn that she had been committed to a mental institution, "by which time," he once said, "my name was changed and I was a full-grown man living in America, known to most people of the world by sight and by name, yet not to my mother."
  Is it too much to assume that his childhood trauma, the unexplained departure of his mother, colored all of his thoughts toward women, and gave a deeper, even sinister dimension to his performances?
  He played opposite many of the greatest actresses of his age, from Mae West, who gave him his first starring role in "She Done Him Wrong" (1932), to Katharine Hepburn, who was his favorite partner in the 1930s, to Audrey Hepburn in "Charade" (1964), when he was deciding to retire from the movies.  One thread runs through many of his screen romances: He spent more time being pursued by women than pursuing them, and he sometimes used an aloof, teasing comic style to keep them at arm's length.
  The character he played in those movies was often much the same, and could be called "Cary Grant," a name he made up himself, the first name from a role in a school play, the second from a list supplied by the studio.
  He was born into an English society which was much more class-conscious than it is now, and he was not born a "gentleman."
  His father was part Jewish, a pants-presser for a garment manufacturer, and his mother came from modest origins as well.
  Grant was an ill-behaved schoolboy; he ran away at 13 to become an acrobat, and worked his way up  through vaudeville in England and America before emerging, in the 1930s, as the quintessential mid-Atlantic gentleman.
  It was a role he had learned to play, he sometimes suggested, by studying men he admired; eventually, the role became so comfortable that he began to inhabit it off-screen as well, until he and the role became the same.
  Because Grant was a definitive movie star, his actual acting ability was often overlooked.  Yet in David Thomson's respected "Biographical Dictionary of Film," there is a flat statement:: "He is the best most important actor in the history of the cinema."
  Thomson justifies this praise by pointing to Grant's "unrivaled sense of timing, encouragement of fellow actors and the ability to cram words or expressions in gaps so small that most other actors would rest."
  He had, Thomson adds, "a technical command that is so complete it is barely noticeable."
  That technical command is best seen in Grant's comedies, where his timing was so perfect that other actors never seemed wittier than when they were in a scene with him.
  Look at Grant opposite Rosalind Russell in Howard Hawks' "His Girl Friday" (1940), the remake of the classic Chicago newspaper comedy in which machine-gun dialog is rattled off nonstop for 90 minutes.
  Then look at him opposite Katharine Hepburn in "Bringing Up Baby" (1938), in which her dog steals his priceless dinosaur bone and gives it to her pet leopard, which Grant chases until  he catches Hepburn, instead.  
  Both movies fall into the genre of screwball comedy, and might play on the same double bill, but notice how Grant modulates his performances, especially in the crucial scenes where he realizes that he may be falling in love.  
  It is an actors' truism that comedy is harder to play than tragedy, and perhaps no one in movie history could have played those two roles, and many others, better than Grant.
  He was also the perfect foil for Hitchcock in a movie like "North by Northwest" (1959), with its gloriously absurd plot.  Here Grant's ability to play against the material was crucial to the success of the movie.
  Hitchcock set out to place his hero in one fantastic location after another: Grant is almost shot in the UN, chased by an airplane in an  open field, and ends up dangling from the faces of Mount Rushmore.  A serious performance here would have been comical.  A comic performance would have undermined the movie's genuine suspense.
  Who but Grant could have found the just right note, halfway between drama and farce?  The movie might not have worked at all, except in the way Hitchcock and Grant made it work, by marching straight ahead through the plot.
  In real life, if such a term can be  used about Grant's life, he was one of the few stars whose name could be shortened into one word, "carygrant," and used as a shorthand incantation to represent a whole attitude about life.  There are only a few such words made out of names, "marilynmonroe,"  "johnwayne."  For some moviegoers that represents a way of looking at things.  "Who  do you think you are," people ask.  "Cary Grant?"  By which everyone knows exactly what they mean.

His Somber Words
-- by Cindy Adams; pgs. 4-5

  Cary Grant once talked me to me of death.
  It was May 1982.  He mentioned that he knew it was not so very far off.  Said Grant quietly: "One approaches death with reluctance and trepidation.  I suppose one always approaches with fear what one doesn't know.
  "On a recent trip East the airline was playing 'On Golden Pond.'  I stopped watching it.  I told myself it was because I wanted my wife to see that movie with me.  But in truth ... I think the main reason was that Henry Fonda's aging character reminded me of me."
  We were in his suite at the Waldorf Towers.  He opened the door himself and we sat alone for the afternoon.
  In those days Grant was Faberge's "Goodwill Ambassador."  He explained away the job description with:  
  "The use of my name doesn't harm the company and I'm permitted to do whatever I choose.  They ask can I be someplace and I say yes or no.  People flock to actors.  And the movies are like any other business.  Then end result is to please the public.
  "Why are people surprised when actors are intelligent?  Actors must be bright or they couldn't make the money they do.  People think acting is called, 'Anybody can do it.' So why doesn't everyone go ahead and do it?
  "It's because he was an actor that Ronald Reagan managed the position he has now.  The man had a crash education.  We all did."
  Cary Grant was super gracious except for one thing.  When I phoned him he had set the ground rules.  No photographs.  I couldn't even bring a photographer near the hotel.
  I asked our mutual friend, Faberge's then chairman, George Barrie, for help.  Forget it.  Interview, yes.  Photo, no.
  When he'd attend public events in his elegant Hong Kong-made tux, flashbulbs popped.  So why not now?  Because, Cary insisted, that was different.  But a real photo -- posed on a casual afternoon -- no.  The man looked better than I did.  Smelled better than I did.  I even told him that.  Forget it.  No pictures.
  I asked about that famous apocryphal Mae West statement.  A hundred years ago she had supposedly discovered him and purred:  "If that Grant guy can talk I'll take him." 
  Said Cary:  "Not true.  She didn't discover me.  I'd made four pictures before I met Mae.  Mae West was never known to tell the truth." 
  He was aware he was a monument, sort of an early Mount Rushmore.  "In Northwest, Alfred Hitchcock actually wanted me to do a scene on Mt. Rushmore.  He wanted me to sneeze inside Lincoln's nostril.  But we didn't because he couldn't work out that echo."
  Cary Grant did not watch his films.  "I don't want to.  Some are 40 years old.  The stuff's tinny now.  I know that's me there, the man I was, that reed-thin man with the black hair ... I know that's me, but it's not me now."
  Nor did he watch TV much.  He said he loved the news, "60-Minutes," and baseball games. He said that his one unfulfilled ambition was to be a commentator at a baseball game "for only an inning or two."
  He is never going to get that chance.

In Life He Was Larger Than His Image On Screen
-- by Ray Kerrison

  The only time I saw Cary Grant was when he and Fred Astaire went out to Hollywood Park two years ago to be inducted into the racetrack's Pavilion of the Stars.
  Grant was 80 years of age at that time.  He wore a dark blue suit, black-rimmed glasses perched on his nose, and his hair shone white.
  When he walked into his glitzy new building with his wife Barbara, I half expected to see a doddering old man in his twilight, an old star dimming against the clock.
  What I saw was something else, something never to be forgotten.  Grant walked into that building tall, straight as a redwood, elegant, sure of foot, smiling and radiating a presence I have never before -- or since -- experienced.
  In the flesh, movie stars have a habit of shrinking back to our size.  Cary Grant was the only movie star in my experience who seemed to loom larger than life than his image on the screen. 
  Women that morning stopped in their tracks.  Men gaped and stared.  Electricity rippled through the crowd.
  Here was an old man being feted like a young matinee idol.
  Grant made a brief, little speech.  I don't remember a word he said in that distinctive accent because, like everyone else, I was too engrossed wondering how a man of 80 could look so young, vigorous and in command.
  Grant was a director of Hollywood Park, a good friend of its proprietor, Marje Everett.  Her track has always been the track of the stars, going back to 1938 when the Hollywood Turf Club was formed under the chairmanship of Jack Warner.  Its 600 original shareholders included Al Jolson and Raoul Walsh (two of the original directors), Joan Blondell, Ronald Colman, Walt Disney, Bing Crosby, Sam Goldwyn, Darryl Zanuck, Ralph Bellamy, Hal Wallis, Anatole Litvak and Mervyn LeRoy.
LeRoy brought his friend, Grant, to the Hollywood board in 1977.
  At the track yesterday, Mrs. Everett fought to retain her composure.  "We're all stunned," she said.  "We are in mourning for Cary.  A nicer person we will never meet.
  "Cary came out to the track last week and I had never seen him looking so well.  I mean, he was sparkling.
  "He told me how he planned to spend Thanksgiving with Jennifer (his daughter, a student at Stanford University) and then go out to the Midwest for question-and-answer stage show at a couple of universities.
  "He loved this kind of thing because, basically, he was an extremely shy man."
  Grant was a member of Hollywood Park's marketing committee.
  "He was a very bright fellow," Mrs. Everett said.  "He had a feel for what people wanted.
  "The only directors meetings he ever missed were those held when he was out of town.  He supported me generously.  I loved him, he was a marvelous human being and so modest."
  Mrs. Everett said nothing impressed her so much about Cary Grant as his thoughtfulness and concern for ordinary people.
  "I have a friend who is very ill," said Mrs. Everett.  "Yet Cary always found the time to be interested and thoughtful.  There was never an opening day here that he did not send me flowers or candy with a handwritten not.  All the employees loved him.
  "He gave joy to everyone."
  Of how many may this be said?  Can a man ever have a sweeter epitaph?  The tens of millions who grew up in the postwar period, going to Cary Grant movies will agree with Mrs. Everett and more.
  He glowed in a gentler age, when wit and charm and manners were fashionable and desirable.  It's probably no coincidence that his screen career ended in the '60s, the decade that blew apart with violent demonstrations, disenchantments, disruptions and, ultimately, a coarseness that is still with us.
  There is not much demand for Cary Grants these days and that is our loss.
  Grant's private life was a far cry from the suave, soothing characters he played on screen.  He endured his share of tortures: his mother was admitted to a mental institution; he ran away from home at 13; he took five wives; he experimented with LSD.
  But his films were distinguished by their tact and taste, good fun, intrigue and romance.  Men and women alike responded to his touch.
  You can't say, "They don't make them like Cary Grant anymore" because the did not make them like him before he came along.  He was the only one of his kind.

Flashes & sounds: indelible images of a superstar
-- by Jerry Talmer; pg. 57

  Two images, two  sounds -- two among a million -- flash into the head upon the death of a man like Cary Grant.
  One is his laughing-on-the-straight delivery of the  word "Tulsa." The other is the sound of a bird cage being smashed.  In "The Awful Truth" (1937),  on of the greatest of movie comedies, Cary and Irene Dunne, that dashing couple, are getting divorced, even if they still have the hots for one another.  
  She's been going out on the town with Ralph Bellamy, a visiting cowboy-oilman-rube from Oklahoma.  In fact she's told the world she's going to marry Bellamy.
  Now, in a nightclub, Cary Grant sits himself down at her and Bellamy's tiny table and makes hearty small talk about how great it's going to be for her in her new life in Oklahoma City, or wherever.  "And if you get bored," he finally says, "you can always to to Tul-sa for the weekend."
  That's one sound.  In his voice.  Sublime.
  The bird cage is the one smashed by Ernie Mott in his mother's hockshop in London East End of "None But the Lonely Heart" (1944).  Ernie is Cary Grant.  Ethel Barrymore is his mother.  The bird, a canary, has been hocked for a few farthings by a sort of Cockney bag woman of that era.  It is the only thing in the world she has and loves.  When she comes to reclaim it, it is dead in its cage.
  And Ernie explodes.  He can't stand squeezing the poor any longer, can't stand the entire system of class structure and greed and gangsters and fascism and the dark night closing in.  This was Cary Grant's most serious movie, by Clifford Odets out of Richard Llewellyn, and little thanks the actor got for it.  The reviewers all pointed out he was maybe 20 years too old to play Ernie Mott.  But he wanted to do it.  It was where he'd come from.
  That movie haunted Bob Burdick -- a fellow in fact I think from Oklahoma, and the nosegunner on my B-24 -- all through WWII.  It haunts me still.  The best movie I saw this year, "Mona Lisa," is about an Ernie Mott of the 1980s.  I hope Cary Grant got to see it before he went.

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