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At 102, idiosyncratic L.A. artist Ernest Rosenthal is having his moment

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“At the moment, I used to be profitable awards, I used to be one of many main artists within the space, I used to be honored and distinguished and acquainted with different artists, however my misfortune was to survive all of them,” Ernest Rosenthal says along with his attribute dry wit of his artwork profession within the Sixties and ’70s.

Sporting a black beanie, scruffy beard and rose-colored glasses that belonged to his late spouse, Meryl, he appears to be like each bit the seasoned bohemian artist, although maybe a decade or two youthful than his 102 years. We’re sitting exterior the hillside house overlooking Laurel Canyon he started constructing within the late Nineteen Forties. Surrounding us is the luxurious, verdant backyard he began on the identical time, a sprawling acre brimming with oak, pine, elm and cedar timber, together with cactuses, ferns and jade crops.

He named it Nunca Descanso Gardens (By no means Relaxation Gardens), a play on Descanso Gardens, the manicured botanical gardens about 20 miles to the northeast in La Cañada Flintridge. Fiona, one among Rosenthal’s cats, waltzes throughout the stone patio as he factors out a towering ash tree, which he planted as a sapling greater than 70 years in the past. “A backyard isn’t a one-time occasion,” he says in his sluggish, measured tone. “It’s a residing factor, a physique that will get modified. It’s important to attend to it on a regular basis. However that’s a part of the pleasure.”

Ernest Rosenthal’s home, within the hills above West Hollywood, lined by an in depth backyard.

(Myung J. Chun / Los Angeles Occasions)

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I’ve come to Rosenthal’s house on the finish of a windy grime highway, within the quiet hills above the Sundown Strip, to debate his exhibition, “Retro/Introspective,” organized by the L.A. artwork house Final Tasks and housed on the Frogtown artist compound Tin Flats. Up by way of March 19, the present covers virtually 80 years of the artist’s work, and consists of about 300 drawings, work and prints hung salon-style that zigzag throughout a number of types, a few of them seemingly incongruous, and inventive modes he’s probed throughout the many years.

“Seeing all of it laid out has been transformative,” says Ilona Berger, one among Final Mission’s founders. “It’s a tour of twentieth century artwork to an excellent extent, beginning with the European modernist portraits and following these strands of his work that look very totally different. There’s a looking out high quality in all his work, fusing disparate artwork actions, at a time after they have been at odds with one another.”

Eschewing a chronological format, the retrospective attracts connections amongst works from totally different eras, media and strategies: from uncooked, sensuous life drawings to painterly portraits and nonetheless lifes to prints that straddle the road between figuration and abstraction. One of many first works on view is a 1956 portray titled “Experiments in Vegetarianism,” which depicts an abstracted meat market window with surreal horror, all blood and bone, meat and hooks. Enterprise additional into the present and also you’ll discover an undated triptych of prints that discover line, colour and kind with an exuberant visible curiosity, that includes inexperienced and brown fields punctuated by sinuous electrical yellow and pink bands.

”It’s not a destruction of the determine, however an abstraction of the determine,” Jack Rutberg, a longtime L.A. artwork seller, mentioned after seeing the present. “That’s the place so many artists get it fallacious. They drive it and lose any type of semblance of poetry. There’s an magnificence and eloquence in his line.”

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Regardless of Rosenthal’s lengthy and prolific profession, he has had solely a handful of solo exhibitions, with hardly any exhibits exterior California. Ask any artwork college graduate who Ernest Rosenthal is and also you’ll probably be greeted by a clean stare. But he’s the quintessential artist’s artist, targeted solely on the singular pursuit of his inventive imaginative and prescient. “I by no means tried to earn cash with my work,” he mentioned. “I didn’t even present for a few years, till Ilona got here and opened a number of the drawers downstairs.”

Plants galore at Ernest Rosenthal's home.

Vegetation galore at Ernest Rosenthal’s house.

(Myung J. Chun / Los Angeles Occasions)

Born to a center class Jewish household in Vienna in 1920, Rosenthal started drawing and portray as a toddler. He had a seminal inventive expertise when, as a youngster, he hitchhiked to Paris to see Picasso’s “Guernica,” which the artist had painted in response to the bombing of the eponymous city in northern Spain throughout the Spanish Civil Battle.

A childhood buddy of Rosenthal’s lived under a sculptor named Egon Weiner, whose Vienna studio he would go to, kindling an early fascination with sculpture. After the Nazis marched into Austria in 1938, Rosenthal recollects that they needed to disguise Weiner’s monumental sculpture of Moses, as Weiner’s father was Jewish. The sculptor ultimately escaped Vienna and settled in Chicago, the place he taught on the Artwork Institute.

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The tide would quickly flip for Rosenthal as effectively. He was expelled from highschool together with all the opposite Jewish college students, and his father was known as earlier than the Gestapo when somebody overheard him proclaim, “I will likely be glad when the primary Nazi is hanging.” His household fled, arriving first in Belgium, then in New York after a distant relative in New Rochelle sponsored them. The Rosenthals relocated to California, the place Ernest studied artwork for 4 years till he was drafted into the U.S. Military in 1943. After a stint at a weapons depot in Iceland, he was granted citizenship and returned to the U.S., the place he met his future spouse, Meryl, a contemporary dancer from Minnesota who was modeling for a life-drawing class held at Rosenthal’s sister’s home on Lengthy Island. After a whirlwind romance, the couple drove out to L.A., the place they lived in a trailer below a walnut tree in Rosenthal’s mom’s yard.

Earlier than he was drafted, Rosenthal had met Hans Burkhardt, a Swiss artist who moved to L.A. in 1937 and was thought-about the foremost proponent of the New York Faculty of Summary Expressionism in L.A. In Burkhardt, Rosenthal discovered an inventive mentor and lifelong buddy.

“Ernest was at all times an enormous admirer [of Burkhardt’s]. You possibly can see the affect, however Ernest had his personal eye, his personal hand,” recollects Rutberg, who represented Burkhardt’s property from 1973 to 2017.

On the time, Burkhardt lived in Laurel Canyon. Shortly after they arrived in L.A., Ernest and Meryl purchased a steep hillside lot on a ridge adjoining to Burkhardt’s and commenced constructing a modest home in a clear, modernist type. With little cash, Rosenthal scavenged supplies to construct the home and backyard. He bought free automobile wheel rims from his brother-in-law, who ran a junkyard, to construct steps for the terraced backyard, and swiped a entrance door from an previous movie set. “There was a number of good materials in dumpsters. They wrecked every kind of houses down on the boulevard,” he recollects. “I used to be at all times selecting up used bricks.”

In 1951, Rosenthal enrolled on the Otis School of Artwork and Design, the place he encountered lithography, a course of that includes drawing on a flat stone with a wax crayon to create a print. “One of many instructors found an previous hand-operated lithography press within the basement, but it surely was all discombobulated,” he recollects. Rosenthal and another college students assembled it, and it was on that press that he printed his first lithographs.

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After graduating, he went to Mexico Metropolis on the GI Invoice to proceed his research of lithography and printmaking; there, he encountered the work of Mexican muralists, together with José Clemente Orozco, David Alfaro Siqueiros and Diego Rivera, whose epic artworks brimmed with social commentary.

Within the mid-’60s, he was tapped by June Wayne to work at her Tamarind Lithography Workshop, the place he printed works for artists together with Anni Albers, Rufino Tamayo and Lee Mullican. From there, he was recruited to begin printmaking departments at Occidental School after which at California State Dominguez Hills, the place he taught till his retirement in 1985.

“Ernest is without doubt one of the most passionate creatures on the earth,” says Gilah Hirsch, an artist who taught alongside Rosenthal at Dominguez Hills. “I do know his college students have been very stimulated by the sheer vitality that emanated from this man.”

Over the twenty years that he taught, Rosenthal continued creating portray, making prints and experimenting with new strategies like display screen prints made with supplies that fade when uncovered to gentle. His work was included in a number of group exhibits, principally round L.A. at college artwork galleries or municipal artwork areas, not often at industrial galleries.

After which within the mid-Eighties, he simply stopped. He retreated to the backyard that will grow to be his obsession for the subsequent a number of many years.

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“He had been my mentor, and I couldn’t perceive how he stopped making artwork,” recollects Tom Discipline, an artist who studied with Rosenthal at Occidental and now lives on his property as his care supervisor and groundskeeper. “At some point, he mentioned, ‘What’s the distinction? I put a rock right here within the backyard or a line on the canvas over right here?’ Then I understood. The backyard turned his palette. It’s most likely his masterpiece.”

A patio featuring ample seating.

Ernest Rosenthal has been engaged on the backyard at his West Hollywood house for many years.

(Myung J. Chun / Los Angeles Occasions)

Regardless of his affirmation that he was one of many “main artists within the space,” Rosenthal by no means achieved the acclaim of different Angeleno artists round him, and even his mentor Burkhardt.

He definitely did obtain recognition on the time, as evidenced in a 1965 Artforum overview of a drawing present he was a part of on the Quay Gallery in Tiburon, Calif., wherein critic James Monte appeared to favor his work over that of the extra well-known John Altoon, whose natural abstractions bear some resemblance to Rosenthal’s. “Each Altoon and Rosenthal are represented by works of the very best high quality,” Monte wrote. “Rosenthal specifically appears to have loosened the elegant draperies of human varieties coupled in mortal fight so attribute of his earlier drawings, so as to obtain a extra generalized summary interaction of form towards form.”

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However his personal specific irascible disposition, in addition to L.A.’s inventive local weather of the time, conspired to maintain him out of the highlight.

As an older, European artist within the Nineteen Fifties and ’60s, Rosenthal appeared extra in step with New York artists than these within the youthful L.A. scenes centered on the Ferus Gallery’s “Cool Faculty” amid the rise of actions like Pop Artwork, Minimalism and Mild and Area. “Whenever you take a look at what was occurring in L.A., it was all youth,” recollects Rutberg. “[Rosenthal’s] work speaks volumes. It’s exhausting to fathom that artists of that caliber ought to be marginalized, however that’s the way in which L.A. is and was.”

“I can’t see him ever being phony, being tactical socially. He at all times appeared actually sincere, in a means that most individuals aren’t. I can’t say he’s straightforward to work with. He’s extremely cussed and proud and useless. I at all times thought he was a person out of time,” says Berger. “He was at all times gonna be one thing of an outsider. He was allergic to bulls—.”

“He was at all times self-deprecating,” provides Discipline. “He would attempt to speak folks out of shopping for his artwork.”

Rosenthal’s friends say his rejection of the glad-handing and sport enjoying of the artwork world finds parallels along with his progressive political stance. “He was a radical leftist, politically. He by no means minced phrases, like he by no means minced imagery,” says Hirsch. “He was at all times writing diatribes towards the whole lot he felt was fallacious.”

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Artist Ernest Rosenthal, photographed at his house in West Hollywood.

(Myung J. Chun / Los Angeles Occasions)

Along with devoting himself to his backyard oasis, Rosenthal has begun writing and studying poetry, releasing a guide of fiery political verse titled “Not for Drones” in 2012. A former scholar, artist H.Ok. Zemani, recollects operating into him at an antiwar rally within the early 2000s. He requested him how his artwork profession was going, to which Rosenthal answered: “I gave it as much as save the world.”

Though he has lengthy been targeted on his backyard as his major type of art work, Rosenthal appears torn between dismissing the traditional artwork world and deeply needing its approval.

“As he’s getting older, his want to be identified has overtaken his want to be unknown,” says Hirsch.

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“I need to be acknowledged, to have made some contribution to the humanities in Los Angeles, with out being a pissed off artist,” he says wistfully.

If the response to his retrospective present is any indication, he might get his want. Berger says the response has been overwhelming, with a couple of third of the a whole bunch of works within the present bought. “There’s an Ernest for everybody,” Berger says. “It was my mission to make this present occur. I would like for Ernest to be acknowledged and validated and appreciated in his lifetime.”

The exhibition opened Jan. 23, Rosenthal’s 102nd birthday. Ernest was there in his wheelchair, carrying all white aside from shiny black bike boots propped up on the foot rests, as his aide, Beatriz Johansson, guided him by way of the present. Guests stopped to congratulate him or ask questions on a lifetime of art work, till he turned overwhelmed and withdrew to a sofa exterior.

An accordionist performed close by as Rosenthal held courtroom earlier than a small cadre of admirers. His discomfort on the sudden consideration appeared tempered by delight within the acceptance that had eluded him for the higher a part of a century.

‘Ernest Rosenthal: Retro/ Introspective’

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The place: Final Tasks at Tin Flats, 1989 Blake Ave., Los Angeles
When: 1 to six p.m. Thursdays by way of Sundays and by appointment; by way of March 19
Information: data@lastprojects.org, (323) 356-4225

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Kinds of Kindness: Poor Things director at his most elusive

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Kinds of Kindness: Poor Things director at his most elusive

In the first, “The Death of R.M.F.”, Jesse Plemons plays Robert, a man who appears in thrall to Raymond (Willem Dafoe), who sets Robert’s agenda, from his diet to his sexual encounters.

In the second, “R.M.F. Is Flying”, Plemons plays Daniel, a cop whose wife Liz (Emma Stone) has gone missing; when she returns, he is convinced she is an imposter.

Finally, in “R.M.F. Eats a Sandwich”, Stone plays Emily, a woman who seeks out a cult leader (Dafoe) for a spiritual and sexual awakening.

Hong Chau in a still from Kinds of Kindness. Photo: Atsushi Nishijima

Inevitably, as is the case with most portmanteau films, one episode stands out – in this case “The Death of R.M.F.”, which has an unnerving quality to it.

The second instalment is the most shocking, featuring Liz and Daniel sitting around with friends (Mamoudou Athie and Margaret Qualley) watching a highly explicit sex tape the four of them made.

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Bringing up the rear is the final short, which rather drags with its depictions of sweat lodges, bodily contamination, and Stone skidding around in her cool-looking Dodge Challenger.

With Hong Chau (The Whale) and Joe Alwyn (who featured in Lanthimos’ The Favourite) also appearing, it is undoubtedly a fine cast, one led by Plemons, who truly understands how to perform in the Lanthimos style.

Stone, now on her third movie with the Greek director, seems to relish the extremes she gets to go to.

(From left) Willem Dafoe, Jesse Plemons and Hong Chau in a still from Kinds of Kindness. Photo: Atsushi Nishijima

Quite what it all means, however, is another thing entirely. The characters seem to be in states of crisis, with miscarriage a common theme.

Looking at humanity in all its weirdness, Kinds of Kindness is a baffling film to take in, as abrasive as its musical score from Jerskin Fendrix, who performed similar tricks on Poor Things.

Certainly, compared to his more accessible films, such as The Favourite and Poor Things, this feels like Lanthimos at his most elusive and frustrating.

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Review: In 'Gasoline Rainbow,' carefree kids hit the road during a fleeting moment when they can

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Review: In 'Gasoline Rainbow,' carefree kids hit the road during a fleeting moment when they can

The New Orleans-based filmmaking brothers Bill and Turner Ross have made a name for themselves over the past 15 years with their lyrical, poetic documentaries. But with 2020’s “Bloody Nose, Empty Pockets,” they blurred the line between fiction and nonfiction, setting up an imaginary scenario in an actual dive bar on its last night of business, observing a curated group of regulars as they shut it down for good.

The new “Gasoline Rainbow” is their first official narrative feature, informed by their documentary roots and eye for capturing spontaneous beauty. During the Covid-19 quarantine of 2020, Bill and Turner Ross dreamed up a wild road film, which they loosely scripted and cast with five young first-time actors from Oregon. They play a group of friends from a small town called Wiley, who hit the road with the only things you need for an adventure: a dream, a posse, a van and the abiding belief that “anywhere’s better than here.”

The dream is to see the Oregon coast, 513 miles from their landlocked town. The posse is three boys — Makai Garza, Micah Bunch and Tony Aburto — and two girls, Nathaly Garcia and Nichole Dukes. The van gets them started on their adventure, but they soon learn that it’s not a necessary component. After spending the night partying in a cow field with a guy they meet on the side of the road, they return to find the van on blocks, vandalized, the tires stolen, and that’s when things really get interesting. They have to rely on each other and the kindness of strangers and community to make it all the way to the beach, to the Party at the End of the World, a mysterious event they hear about that becomes their ultimate destination.

Though the events on this journey are planned and produced by the filmmakers, the relationships are real, the interactions and conversations undeniably authentic. If pioneering English documentarian John Grierson’s definition of nonfiction filmmaking was the “creative treatment of actuality,” “Gasoline Rainbow” could ostensibly fit under that umbrella.

But this is not a documentary and it’s far more productive to consider the ways in which the Ross brothers have synthesized their influences and inspirations — such as “My Own Private Idaho,” “The Wizard of Oz,” “Easy Rider” and the 1984 documentary “Streetwise” — into their own unique form that exudes a singular kind of ragged, unpredictable vitality.

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A scene from the movie “Gasoline Rainbow.”

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Each actor is a discovery with a special presence, but there is no one star or standout, which feels intentional. While “Gasoline Rainbow” is a heady slice of pure, uncut youthful energy, it is also a portrait of collectivism, caretaking and a celebration of mutual aid.

It’s apt that a film like this was born out of the isolation and confinement of 2020. There was a desire for freedom and movement, combined with the progressive value of taking care of each other that rose out of quarantine and the Black Lives Matter movement. In “Gasoline Rainbow,” the kids come by this sense of mutual protection naturally, but the value is reinforced along the way by the heavily-pierced punk hitchhikers who teach them how to hop a train to Portland in exchange for their leftover food, and the middle-aged rockers who provide a party, a couch to crash, breakfast and a boat ride. Micah’s cousin Noah underscores the importance, telling them, “I like the way you treat each other.”

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These values of care and respect threaded throughout are why we never fear for their safety. They make decisions as a group, look out for each other and demonstrate their awareness by asking the strangers they meet, “Are you cool?” The film isn’t about the risks of a harrowing journey. In turn, it gives us a freedom as viewers to focus on their life stories that emerge in snippets of conversation, and those of the people they meet along the way. Their guides are fascinating in their own right, like Gary, a Portland skater who shepherds them through the city for a night, and later ferries them to the party.

This age — not kids, not quite adults — is such an impossibly short time, and it’s poignant to drink in their openness and pliability as people, their youthful trust and imperviousness, to watch them blossom and bond. They haven’t hardened into grown-ups yet and they know they have this one moment in time to enjoy fleeting youth, before jobs, bills and responsibilities. Nichole says that she fears not having enough time to figure things out, and this film is a celebration of that moment.

“Gasoline Rainbow” is also stunningly gorgeous, with carefully composed shots capturing the vast Oregon landscape, raspberry sunsets, golden fields, the beach at night and in the misty morning. The gritty urban space of Portland is so wildly different from their one-stoplight town, it’s intoxicating, the gang drawn in by the all-night parties, skate parks, rock festivals and free-flying freak flags.

Though a larger cultural commentary is not overt, certain realities necessarily come through, with jokes about cops, corporate logos emblazoned on train cars, discussions about parents in rehab and what it’s like to be the only black kid in small-town Oregon (“It sucks”). It’s a depiction of today’s youth, shaped by contemporary culture, but there is also a timelessness to their experience. The Ross brothers capture those universal feelings of a certain age: possibility, togetherness with your tribe, unmoored from traditional family structures.

The structuring destination of the Party at the End of the World speaks to this idea of time running out, and it imparts a sense of existential dread that hovers around the edges, but forces the characters, and the audience to remain in the moment, to embrace serendipity, surprise, and coincidence. As it all coalesces, there is a sense of visceral, emotional catharsis that could only be achieved at the end of a long journey. That the Ross brothers manage to impart this feeling to an audience after an hour-and-48-minute cinematic adventure is a true triumph. This wild, vicarious ride through youthful adventure is absolutely worth taking, for your own nostalgia and for the reminder that the kids are indeed alright.

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Running time: 1 hour, 48 minutes

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‘Elizabeth Taylor: The Lost Tapes’ Review: A Legend Opens Up in Nanette Burstein’s Engaging HBO Doc Based on Rediscovered Audio Recordings

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A celebrity from the age of 11, Elizabeth Taylor was practiced at public relations for almost all her life, so there aren’t many personal revelations in Elizabeth Taylor: The Lost Tapes. But Nanette Burstein‘s elegantly constructed documentary, mostly in Taylor’s own words backed by illuminating archival images, works as a lively bit of film history about movie stardom in the volatile 1960s as the studio system was fading and the media exploding.

The film — which premiered at Cannes in the Cannes Classics sidebar — is based on 40 hours of recently rediscovered audiotapes, recordings Taylor made in the mid-1960s for a ghost-written memoir (long out of print). It was the most frenzied moment of her fame, when she was coming off the paparazzi-fueled scandal that was Cleopatra. Taylor, who died in 2011, recalls her many marriages — four when she made these recordings, since she was on the first of two to Richard Burton — and her career, from her start as a child in Lassie Come Home (1943) through her Oscar-winning performance in Who’s Afraid of Virginia Woolf? (1966).

Elizabeth Taylor: The Lost Tapes

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An entertaining if unsurprising time capsule.

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Venue: Cannes Film Festival (Cannes Classics)
Cast: Elizabeth Taylor
Director: Nanette Burstein
Writers: Nanette Burstein, Tal Ben-David

1 hour 41 minutes

As she did in Hillary, about Hillary Clinton, and The Kid Stays in the Picture, based on Robert Evans’ autobiography, Burstein stays out of her celebrity subject’s way. Taylor’s voice is playful, almost girlish. Occasionally she is blunt, but more often seems cautiously aware of being recorded. Richard Meryman, the Life magazine reporter doing the interviews, is heard asking questions at times, but Taylor is firmly in control, at least on the surface.

Beneath that you can tell how beautifully Burstein and her editor and co-writer, Tal Ben-David, shaped the visuals. The archival photos and news clips offer a telling backdrop of images and sound bites, often more informative than what Taylor says — from shots of crowds filling the streets of London to see her on the day of her second wedding, to the actor Michael Wilding, to film of her in mourning black at the funeral of her beloved third husband, the producer Mike Todd, who died in a plane crash. The visual exceptions are the clichéd, recurring establishing shots of an old-fashioned reel-to-reel tape recorder, next to a martini glass.

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Moving chronologically, Taylor begins with her desire to act even as a child. Photos from that time offer a reminder that she was always astonishingly beautiful. These early sections are fine but bland. She was too young to be married the first time, to Nicky Hilton, she says, and the second marriage just didn’t work out. George Stevens gave her subtle direction and bolstered her confidence when she made A Place in the Sun (1951). When she made Giant with him five years later, he berated her, telling her she was just a movie star and not an actress, a charge that often dogged her.

Taylor becomes sporadically more biting as the film goes on, displaying a sharp-tongued wit and personality. That is particularly true when she talks about her marriage to Eddie Fisher, the first of her marital scandals, covered endlessly in tabloids. It was public knowledge that Fisher and his wife, Debbie Reynolds, were the Todds’ best friends. Shortly after Mike Todd’s death, Fisher left his wife, whose image was always cheery and wholesome, for Taylor. “I can’t say anything against Debbie,” Taylor sweetly says on the tape, and without taking a breath goes on, “But she put on such an act, with the pigtails and the diaper pins.” She says of Fisher, “I don’t remember too much about my marriage to him except it was one big frigging awful mistake.”

Burstein includes some enlightening sidelights from that period. A news clip of the recently married couple has them surrounded by journalists on the steps of a plane, with one reporter asking Fisher about his bride, “Can she cook?” Even as a tease, who would dare say that now?

That fuss was nothing next to Cleopatra (1963), now notorious as the film so over-budget it almost bankrupted 20th Century Fox, and the set on which Taylor and Burton, each married to other people, indiscreetly sparked to each other from the start. The Vatican newspaper weighed in on the affair, disapprovingly. Taylor says her own father called her “a whore.” In one of the film’s more telling scenes, she says of their affair, “Richard and I, we tried to be what is considered ‘good,’ but it didn’t work,” a comment that at once plays into the moralistic language of her day and resists it. These signs of Taylor’s savvy awareness of herself as a public personality are the film’s most intriguing, if scattershot, moments.

The film also shows how besieged the couple was by the paparazzi, at a turning point in celebrity culture. Occasionally other voices are heard in archival audio, and in this section George Hamilton says of the press, “They were not going for glamour anymore. They were going for the destruction of glamour,” suggesting a longing for the old pre-packaged studio publicity days. But Taylor herself is never heard complaining. A realist, she made hiding from the paparazzi into a game for her children so they wouldn’t be frightened.

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The recordings end at the point where she is assuring Meryman that she and Burton would be together for 50 years. The film then takes a quick trot through the rest of her days, including rehab at the Betty Ford Center and raising money for AIDS research. But the last word should have been Taylor’s. There is a private Elizabeth, she says. “The other Elizabeth, the famous one, really has no depth or meaning to me. It is a commodity that makes money.” The movie star Taylor is the one who most often comes through in the film, but that is engaging enough.

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