Did Vincent make even one single movie in which he didn't die at the end in a giant fire? I've seen four already so far this week: Tomb of Ligeia, House of Wax, Diary of a Madman, and Fall of the House of Usher. No wonder he died of emphysema.
I've lately been listening to "Librivox," an app that has people reading books out loud. It also has an old time radio show feature.
One radio show, called "The Saint" stars Vincent Price. I've been listening to it and it's pretty good. But he sure sounds like a queen.
R5 John Waters apparently worshiped him.
Worshipped him because he found him sexy or because he was an artistic inspiration, R8?
He was creepy on screen and off
Vincent was flaming in every sense of the word.
He was a wonderful actor and a lover of Pre-Columbian art. Saw him at the STL Art Museum years ago. He was very tall with a booming voice and wonderful laugh.
memory from my younger days.
Both, r9. He did a retrospective of Price for TCM that they have been showing consistently in between movies for the last coupe of weeks and Waters himself states that Price was not only sexy, but Waters admits to praying before he went to bed that we wake up to be Vincent Price. And the artistic inspiration is very clear in Waters' style and work.
He seemed like the type to be a wonderful dinner party guest, bringing stories and a lovely hostess gift and knowing the perfect moment to bid adieu.
The men in Browne's life form a cast of thousands. Top of the bill is the British spy Guy Burgess, with whom she spent several weeks in Moscow in 1958, listening to him complain about the dodgy craftsmanship of Russian dentures, and observing the shabby circumscription of his exile. The husbands, are here, naturally: Philip Pearman, whom she married in 1950, despite his homosexuality, and Vincent Price, whom she met while playing a theatre critic whom he scorched to death under a salon hairdryer. The ones she didn't marry make up the Chorus: explicable candidates such as Paul Robeson and Christopher Cazenove; more leftfield acquisitions such as Cecil Beaton and Michael Hordern, that magnificently crusty character actor who turned throat-clearing into a high art. It's hard to escape the conclusion that Browne ate her lovers for breakfast. Or at least she would have done, had she been sufficiently relaxed about her weight to entertain the idea of breakfast.
Wasn't Browne more of a lady lover, though?
R17. Really? Beef curtains. Who knew?
Coral Browne and Michael Hordern having sex - now I can't get that image out of my head!!!!
Vincent pinged like an arcade game in "Leave Her to Heaven".
I have a hard time believing that Browne and that major queen Beaton being lovers.
R 21. I guess that puts the kibosh and Beaton and Garbo as lovers, too. Perhaps Beaton and any woman.
Christopher Hawtree reviews Carol Browne: 'This Effing Lady' by Rose Collis
Michael Jackson missed a trick when he hired Vincent Price for that lugubrious Thriller voiceover. A bonus mix improvised by Price's salty wife, the actress Coral Browne, would have brought him some X-rated kudos.
Unlike Price, however, she might not have settled for a flat $20,000. She'd have taken a royalty, and netted over a million. Nobody was more surprised than Price when in 1991, aged just 71, she died and left $6 million, mostly in funds.
Although films and the stage had not made her widely known until she played her earlier self in Alan Bennett's An Englishman Abroad (1983), she had astutely invested her modest fees and legacies.
Coral Brown - without the "e" - was born in a Melbourne suburb dominated by a combine-harvester factory. She was an only child and her destiny was fostered by elocution lessons heavy with Hiawatha, and by visits to Shakespeare productions that, sparsely staged, made the words thrill. Her own language was so startlingly foul that her parents considered medical advice.
While studying art, she took a course in stage design at Melbourne's Repertory Company, where she met the theatre director Gregan McMahon. "Except that his blue eyes twinkled elfishly, he had a face like Humpty Dumpty. In middle age, his high-domed head went bald and his skin wrinkled and was as yellowish as faded parchment," recalled one writer.
With a rich, remarkably understanding wife, McMahon often turned his teaching skills to wider account; as Rose Collis remarks, "Coral made steady progress under McMahon (in all senses)".
It was more than a fling. Their parting brought sorrow, despite his encouraging of her move to London. As understudy in 1935 to Nora Swinburne in Philip Johnson's largely forgotten Lover's Leap, she was soon summoned from her needlework and, after she added an "e" to her name, other work followed as swiftly as lovers.
Such beaux as Rex Harrison, Douglas Fairbanks, Maurice Chevalier, Jack Buchanan, Cecil Beaton and Paul Robeson were, however, put aside during several years of a lesbian affair, perhaps with Mary Morris, who into her seventies sported full leathers while motorcycling.
After she took up with the producer Firth Shephard during the Second World War, Browne was inevitably called "Shephard's Bush".
As she herself said: "Firth is my Shephard, I shall not want. His rod and staff comfort me. Though he makes me lie down in strange places…" Such is stage life.
In 1974 she married the charming, civilised Price after meeting him during Theatre of Blood (1973) - a union that assauged her long grief after the death of her first husband, Philip Pearman, in 1965.
Rose Collis quotes reviews too often and her biography sometimes veers towards chronicle - but brio is added by the performers' anecdotes. While performing in A Midsummer Night's Dream in 1944, for example, David Dodimead bet Browne a pound that she could not arouse the scantily clad John Humphry while they were lying together on stage.
One witness recalls: "We could see a very slight movement of the hand…and John was starting to twitch a little bit. At the end of the scene, she came back into the wings and said to Dodders, 'I owe you ten shillings.'"
Her widowed mother's visit to London - she stayed on for many fraught years until dying only shortly before Browne, aged 100 - could be a play.
Browne's Catholicism made her a natural choice for the sorts of confession-box stage roles now irretrievably lost to us. Many of her films are among those now even shunned by Channel 4. Yet Let George Do It (1940), with Formby, is a terrific comedy, relished by George Harrison.
More brilliant than the 1958 Shakespeare tour of Russia it was based on, An Englishman Abroad is her most enduring work, along with Dreamchild (1985).
But The Killing of Sister George (1968) has more than period interest, too - and would that Joe Orton had supplied more than the flawed posthumous production of his What the Butler Saw.
Rose Collis says that, "on paper, we don't make a natural 'Collis Bro
Coral Browne deserves good BBC bio film, perhaps with Janet McTeer in the lead.
You have to admire the guy. He kept working long after his 1940's contemporaries- even managing to top off his career with a Michael Jackson duet(!). Always a consumate professional.
And entertaining. Many Saturday afternoons as a kid with only 4 TV channels, enjoying his campy horror.
I read somewhere he was bullied as a youth for being too fey. He's an honorary gay.
R25, his daughter outed him as bi after his death.
r26 As if.....
What, no mention of her Vera Charles in "Auntie Mame" (Coral, that is, not Vincent).
No. My performance is definitive.
"Tower of London" is my fave movie of his. Great actor. Iconic. No one around now can match him
Vincent's second wife, Mary, was my friend's landlady in Boston.
With a few drinks in her, she would cough up some good old Hollywood dish.
Best r1 reply EVER. And so true!
Trivia: he was not British. The accent was an affectation. From Missouri.
I believe the accent he used is referred to as "mid-Atlantic," which many actors learned to use in the early days. Google it.
Christopher Guest used to do a great impression of Price on SCTV, in which he mocked Price's affectation of always referring to Coral during talk show interviews as "my wife, the actress Coral Browne." I've been searching YouTube for a clip of either Price or Guest saying it, with no luck.
Christopher Guest was on SNL, not SCTV.
I remember that bug zapper commercial he and Coral Browne did back in the 80s. They had great chemistry together.
He's one of the few celebrities you'll never heard anything bad about. Everyone who dealt with him always described him as a kind, amiable person.
He was great in all those campy horror movies.
[quote]But The Killing of Sister George (1968) has more than period interest, too - and would that Joe Orton had supplied more than the flawed posthumous production of his What the Butler Saw.
Somebody gets paid to write shitty sentences like that? I'm moving to England. I'll be rich!
'An Englishman Abroad' (Coral Browne meeting Guy Burgess in Moscow) is quite wonderful: one of the best things Alan Bennett and John Schlesinger ever did (maybe THE best), plus Alan Bates doing seedy charming posh camp par excellence.
Possibly available in full on YT.
Re: Coral's Past (spoiler): there's a lovely scene-end where Coral and Guy leave his bleak flat. They've just had 'lunch', and chatted - the meat of the film. To entertain her, he's played a record - his only record: 'Who Stole My Heart Away', by Jack Buchanan.
So, walking away from the flat later, Guy, keeping the chat going, asks Coral, "Did you know Jack Buchanan?" She casually replies, "I suppose so. I nearly married him."
I can't imagine Coral and Christopher Cazenove (now dead young) together ... that book This Effing Lady is a great read though.
I love the story about Coral and a gay friend at the first night of a pretentious play by Peter Brook where a giant gold phallus was wheeled on stage. Coral turned to her pal and said "nobody we know".
Vincent must have been one of the busiest actors of the 50s, turning up in all kinds of kitsch stuff - just look at his resume on IMDB. I like him as Joan Fontaine's campy sidekick in that Mario Lanza film SERENADE, now theres a camp classic.
Word on the street was that he was quite endowed, so they say
I love Coral as Mercy Croft from the BBC in the Sister George film, twiddling with Susannah York's nipples like she was trying to find a radio station ... and that raised eyebrow of hers rivals Joan Fontaine's.
Here's the "bug zapper" commercial I referred to at R39. It's actually for a Citibank credit card.
I just finished "This Effing Lady" and as someone upthread pointed out, it's a very entertaining read. I can believe that Beaton and Price fucked Coral; she had a rockin' hot body well into her 50s (see Auntie Mame, she's appx 45 there). She was very proud of her sexual prowess and the fact that she was still perceived as sexual even when she got older. She said Beaton was always very fast about it. And at one point, she refers to Vincent (to a friend) as "one of the biggest closet queens in Hollywood," so there ya go. But they were fucking when they first got together.
OTOH, there is just no excuse for what a total shit she was to his kids. But he let her get away with it.