Viewed in person... even more breathtaking!
That was in 1970-1971 when I was out in La La Land and happened to be at a party in Beverly Hills with a screenwriting friend of mine. Cal, my friend, was invited because he knew the host, Joe Pasternak, a film producer and I was the Plus One. Pasternak had been the executive producer of the 1966 film Penelope of which Natalie Wood was the star.
As the evening wore on Cal elbowed me and nodded at a gentleman across the room speaking to a clump of partiers, "That is one lucky guy. He's married to..."
Just then the man, Richard Gregson, stepped aside, revealing his then wife, Natalie Wood, in all her glory.
"...Natalie Wood," finished Sal.
She was wearing a low cut, clinging black dress and her hair was cut much like the photos above. I was gobsmacked squared. I would have killed ever single man in the room for her and then gone to the electric chair (or gas chamber as that was California's method then) happily grinning back at Natalie's killer smile and twinkling eyes.
I never got to meet her as she and hubby left the party shortly after I saw her, yet to this day, some near 50 years after the fact, a more than substantial portion of my heart still belongs to her after that once and only once glimpse of her in real life.
Now I have heard all the stories of what a wild spirit she was, sleeping with a then in his 40s Nicholas Ray when he was directing her at 15-years of age in 1955's Rebel Without a Cause and other similar tales of her infidelity through the years and just down right "round heeliness" for the hell of it.
She may have been a terrible person but I never knew that for fact. Like that tired old "Print the legend" line from John Ford, I want to believe the vision of loveliness I witnessed was sure and true and what makes my dreams occasionally utterly damn fantastic!
So, Imp, those are my 'Thoguhts?' on this thread.
She was a stunning beauty who serves as a benchmark for feminine pulchritude.
I can’t think of any guy that did not believe that she was the most beautiful woman, ever. Her death was a tragic occasion.
Like a screen door in a hurricane, I would...
I knew you would have something to say but I didn’t know you almost met her! ;d
Being younger I’m more familiar with her daughter, Natasha.