"Like a Soldier!": Joan Crawford, drunk in a cowboy hat and in a cast, arrives at LAX in 1968

Where were all the eldergays when Joan shot JFK?

Why is her skin so pale ?

Joan the jet-satter

Shit.Faced. And drunk as a skunk. The queen behind 'Concluding Chapter of Crawford' also probably posted here to get more views.

Love her dramatic pauses.

Such a lush!

At least she seemed to be in a good mood. Which was probably rare at that point.

Did she have a chapter on getting soused in Joan Crawford: my way of life?

She sounds like Bette Davis if you close your eyes. Mid-Atlantic accent? Too much booze? Too many cigarettes?

She wanted the man who gave her flowers to hop onto her lap and come home with her.

Hooooor!

Good for her.

Atta girl.

[quote]She mysteriously says her son is in Vietnam.

Well, Christopher served in Bravo Company, US 25th Infantry Division during the Vietnam War. She lets down her guard when she says. "Once in a while, yes." answering the question about hearing from him.

Loved her style. The interviewer treated her like an old lady; I bet Joan resented that.

This one made me very sad. I love Joan so much but she was definitely not at her best here. That pink also did her no favors. Why they thought this would be a good interview, who knows, it's very exploitative. She's obviously under the influence.

Her answer about Christopher was very sad, they were obviously estranged. She had issues with children and childhood and tried so hard to stay busy and keep up a strong face to the world. She must have been so sad when she was by herself.

It's also a possibility that she was on pian medication. Two broken ankles? And in those days, they gave you all kinds of *shit* for pain.

You should have seen what they gave ME to get more pep in my step.

JFC she looks scarier than I did in WOZ.

I pity her having to endure the interaction with that dud of a reporter. Loving the quick drag off the cig when they asked her for an interview.

How the fuck did she break both her ankles? Polishing the chandelier?

This brief article mentions her ankles were broken in an "unknown incident", possibly a drunken fall. She was at a low point in her career, recently losing the role in Hush...Hush Sweet Charlotte, and losing her longtime maid, "Mamacita".

If she skied the bitch could say she broke them on the slopes.

Falling down the stairs going for another gallon of Smirnoffs doesn't have the same cache.

She said she broke her ankles when she fell while exiting a plane in Cincinnati.

Sounds like she jumped from something and landed hard.

Tomorrow is Joan Crawford Day on TCM!! Set your alarms for:

Chained

Strange Cargo

Reunion in France

Possessed

Queen Bee

The Women

What Ever Happened to Baby Jane?

Mildred Pierce

Grand Hotel

Flamingo Road

The Damned Don't Cry

This Woman Is Dangerous

R24 has it, and this was not an interview. It was slyly gained evidence that she was drunk as hell should she ever try to sue.

Very Fellini-esque

That hair dye was never flattering on her. It was too Lucille Ball, and not the auburn hair of Joan's youth.

Knowing the 1960s, she was probably drinking AND full of pain pills because of the broken ankles.

"it's shattered. That's all"

Interesting that she said she had "5" children. She still considered that one boy she had to return as a baby as hers.

The funeral. Looks like Christopher at 10:47 (looking pissed) and Christina at11:12.

I'm a troll cunt but somewhere in me there is empathy, I guess. This makes me sad. I think she was a nutjob, but I think she actually did care about those kids and mamacita. And she had a good work ethic, and those are two traits more than many people I encounter these days. I also think Christina was a lying psychopath and the son was a grifter. It seems Cindy and Cathy had no issues with Crazy Crawford.

Two broken ankles! PSHT!! She got off easy compared to what I had planned....

Christopher lost touch with Joan in 1961. I imagine the will was read after the funeral. If I were him I wouldn't have even gone.

From Find A Death:

"Adopted son of screen legend Joan Crawford. Christopher was the second son adopted by Joan. The original Christopher was returned to his birth mother in 1942 upon her learning of his whereabouts in 1941. When Joan and her then husband, Phillip Terry adopted this son, he was originally named Phillip. After they divorced, He remained with Joan, who then changed his name to Christopher as well as changing his birthdate to October 15th. This was done for fear of him being taken from her.

Christopher had been estranged from his mother from early adulthood up until her death in May 1977. He was married 2 times. His frst marriage produced three children. His second marriage to his wife Gail, produced a daughter named Chrystal. They along with his adopted siblings Christina, Cindy and Cathy survive him.

According to his son Brad he passed away from cancer in Eastern Long Island Hospital in Greenport, New York. He was just shy of his 63rd birthday."

[quote] Christopher lost touch with Joan in 1961

That was the last time he saw her in person, at her home. He still talked to her a few times on the phone, although very infrequently.

Why did JC and Christopher have a falling out?

broken ankles

[quote]She mysteriously says her son is in Vietnam.

Growing up in that household must have been like its own Vietnam in a sense....

According to Christopher, he last saw Joan after he got out of Vietnam. He went with his wife and kid to her apartment in NYC, where Joan said the kid looked like a bastard and probably wasn't his.

Lush,cunt,viper whatever you want to call her ,but you never saw that woman in public where she wasnt beautifully dressed and impeccably coiffed. THATS a star,baby !

[quote]Why did JC and Christopher have a falling out?

For reasons that are well known to him.

[quote]That hair dye was never flattering on her. It was too Lucille Ball, and not the auburn hair of Joan's youth.

This shade was Clairol 427 Red Weirdo.

Her makeup looks like it was borrowed from Caesar Romero after he finished shooting his Joker scenes.

^ LOL

I'm gonna steal that!

1968 was long afte Hush Hush.

Funeral coverage.

Joan was pickled 24/7 by this point in time.

She slept in a jar of 150 proof vodka.

I love how the sycophant who has that YouTube channel is pretending that Joan wasn't ALWAYS drunk.

It wasn't because she took a pill because of her ankles that one time.

Why didn't they interview the stewardess with coffee splashed across her face?

[quote]Love her dramatic pauses.

Joan was a product of the MGM Finishing School that including elocution and diction lessons.

As Carrie Fisher once said, Carrie and her mother Debbie Reynolds were two of the last surviving speakers of the "MGM dialect".

I think Joan's makeup was typical for women of her age in the 1960s - she reminds me of the way my grandmother's face looked.

I think they must've used a light foundation and face powder, because one's face must never "shine".

Smoking a cig with the kid on her lap. Love it!

It looks like they stowed Joan's hat in the overhead bin.

Joanie's been taking on airs ever since her mother opened that laundry on South Cherry St in San Antonio.

Only Joan Crawford would give an interview, drunk, smoking a nice cigarette, while a random kid was dancing on her lap as her and the interviewer are wheeled down the airport conveyer belt.

R53! That was the best part! That ugly little rugrat inhaling those fumes and Joan sticking that cigarette repeatedly in her face. At one point the cigarette almost went in that ugly little beasts mouth!

"It will keep you nice and thin."

What a trouper! Nice to see fans being respectful. Not the time for an interview.

Great post, OP.

[quote]She must have been so sad when she was by herself.

She was. Her later years were quite lonely, cooped up in her apartment in NY drinking all the time.

I actually think she did great. I used to be worse than that flying to Puerto Vallarta from Chicago. She's like a great Aunt who is too fond of a cocktail but always kind of fun. The thing with the cig and the kid is priceless and when she says she is one touch dame. Bit the biggest question is why in the world didn't they have her on a private plane to a private airport, I guess she insisted. Fuck it.

Mud in her eye.

Eat your weirdo!

she sobered up in her last few years but by then cancer had taken hold.

She quit drinking two years before her death because she passed out drunk while alone in her apartment. She struck her head on a table on the way down, and when she woke up on the floor hours later she had two black eyes and a cut on her forehead. It scared her so much she stopped drinking immediately. It was too late, unfortunately. She developed pancreatic cancer shortly afterward, caused by all the years of drinking.

This video has been on YouTube for several years. There is a vague reference to it in the television series "Feud: Betty and Joan." At the beginning of the last episode, Allison Wright's character, Pauline, is giving in an interview talking about Crawford. Pauline describes encountering Joan in an airport: She was wearing a "Pepto pink" dress, a mask of chalk white foundation, being wheeled through the airport with broken ankles and drunk. Pauline and Joan hadn't had a great relationship in the series but the character remarks how happy Joan seemed to have run into her. When I saw the show, I immediately thought the writer had seen this video on YouTube.

She broke her ankles trying to tuck them behind her head for a date.

Poor Mamacita had to find her stuck like that, rolling around in circles on the floor.

silly old bitch,

[quote] She developed pancreatic cancer shortly afterward, caused by all the years of drinking.

Cancer wasn't caused by drinking.

Bum knee? ABUSED knee!

r70 it sure was

Too bad she never did Broadway.

That’s one of the most bizarre interviews I’ve seen in my life. Being wheeled through an airport with some random child sitting on her knee, her makeup evidently caked on by a mortician, drunk as a skunk, puffing at a cigarette while answering banal questions.

Everybody smoked everywhere back in those days. It was the total opposite of today. Airport terminals had some serious chain-smoking going on.