Beware the Eyes of Mary


“It’s not the size, mate. It’s how you use it.”

– Michael Caine, “Goldmember” (2002)

Two qualities make Mary Astor one of my favourite actresses. First, she was so beautiful that I never tire of looking at her. Second, she inhabited a variety of roles comfortably and appealingly. She was up for anything, from wealthy women of privilege like a sweet, independent princess in “The Royal Bed”, to a clever, brave, dirty-faced race car mechanic in “Red Hot Tires”. One of Astor’s most noticeable physical characteristics was an unconventional hairstyle, cropped short and parted with curls piled in the front*.

Such an odd hair-do might make many actresses look foolish. Astor made it look natural in any type of movie. The same can be said about her equally distinctive face. She had wide set, angular eyes and eyebrows that were marvelously emotive in dramatic roles. They’d twist into some of the most intense displays of sadness I’ve ever seen. I believe only an extraordinarily heartless and unfeeling person could witness them without being moved (at least a little bit).

The teenage Mary Astor of silent movies is the epitome of tragedy and heartbreak. Her silent heroines seem to have direct access to my tear ducts and heart. Almost every time she cries out of fear or grief, I get watery-eyed right along with her. I want to yell, “Oh, Mary, no! Don’t cry!” at the screen. She moistened my eyes more than once playing devastatingly helpless victims of oppressive societies in “Beau Brummel” and “Two Arabian Knights”.

She is perfectly cast in “Don Juan” as the only woman whose purity and profound innocence can tame the world’s preeminent womanizer. After sound was introduced to movies, Astor was no less effective. When she eavesdrops on a man declaring his love for her in “Smart Woman”, her wordless facial reaction demonstrates how powerful silent acting can still be. In this scene, her face beautifully tells the story of what she feels. No words could possibly tell it better.

Voice ended up being another dynamic tool in the Mary Astor acting arsenal. Early into the age of talkies, she had already mastered using voice to convincingly illustrate character growth provoked by harrowing hardships. In 1931’s “The Sin Ship”, she begins as a dishonest woman who fakes vulnerability. Abuse by an evil man makes her truly vulnerable and the kindness of a good one inspires her to change. So much of the character’s emotional journey can be heard in her voice. Astor’s serious characters spoke with shaky urgency – another catalyst for harsh sympathy pains from me. In “Men of Chance”, my heart breaks right with hers as she confesses her sins to prove she loves a man, and he refuses to forgive them.

After watching Astor’s eyes take on a painfully melancholic quality in dramas, it’s uplifting to see them light up in comedies. She makes outrageously vain women both amusing and appalling. Her voice still vibrates, only with enthusiasm and spirit instead of sorrow and yearning. The best ‘light Mary’ performance is probably in “The Palm Beach Story”. She’s a talkative and flighty high society snob who brings wacky energy to every scene graced with her presence.

Flaunting wealth and a huge appetite for men, the character perfectly explains herself in cheerfully admitting, “I’m crazy, I’ll marry anyone!” Astor’s flair for comedy is obvious in “Paradise For Three” too, particularly when she acts demure to seduce a rich man at a costume party. She wears a ridiculous frilly ‘school girl’ outfit and lovable character actress Edna May Oliver made me laugh out loud with her reaction: “Heaven help the teacher!”

In addition to laughably greedy and egocentric characters, Astor played bad women who could be taken seriously, since their actions had disturbing consequences. Herbert Marshall (playing a mistreated husband for the umpteenth time) can’t stand her in “Woman Against Woman”. She’s selfish to a hideous degree, using lies about their child to manipulate him for attention and disrupt his life. In “The Maltese Falcon”, she’s the shady lady whose blatant deception intrigues Humphrey Bogart’s detective Sam Spade. When Spade responds to her dubious claims by stating, “You’re good. It’s chiefly in your eyes, I think, and that throb you get in your voice[…],” he sounds like he’s actually describing the performance of Mary Astor the actress as much as that of her deceitful character.

I’m not interested in learning too much about what my favourite actresses did and said outside of movies. I get sad if I hear they were mean or unhappy. It was inevitable that I’d absorb some information about Astor’s private life after a month of following her career through a few research methods and a marathon of Astor movies on TV. I like most of what I learned about her.

A few discoveries upset me, such as her struggles with alcoholism, domineering parents, and divorces. I was also disappointed to hear that Astor wasn’t keen on “The Little Giant”, which was her first movie with Edward G. Robinson, the start of his gangster comedies series, and one of my favourites in that run of films. I was glad to hear that Astor liked working with Mr. Robinson (as their cute interactions on screen suggest), even if she didn’t like the movie.

My favourite fact out of everything I learned about Mary Astor is that she turned down a lot of starring roles because she wanted to avoid the pressure of being expected to ‘carry’ a movie. She reasoned that if one is billed as ‘the star’, they’re held largely responsible for whether a movie succeeds or fails. This was an astute observation, especially true in the days of Old Hollywood. I really admire Astor’s deliberate attempt to be a ‘supporting player’ rather than ‘leading lady’. It was a shrewd move that shows her┬álack of ego and a bit of insecurity, making Astor seem more humble and human to me than arrogant stars who are greedy for stardom. Astor played supporting roles impeccably, making it clear that she was right to pursue them.

Mary Astor was modest and generous throughout her career. Consider how she responded when people said she stole “The Great Lie” from Bette Davis with her excitingly ferocious and passionate Oscar-winning performance. Referencing how Davis had the script re-written to beef up Astor’s character, she graciously declared, “I didn’t steal anything from Bette Davis. She handed that movie to me on a silver tray.” Astor has a small, yet important and eloquently-written role in 1948’s “Act of Violence”. She plays a cynical and world-weary call girl who consoles a suicidal young man.

Based on what I’ve gathered about Mary Astor’s tumultuous personal life and career, I believe this character’s dialogue must have resonated with her. She says, “I’ve seen ’em all. I’ve seen all the troubles in the world.” Astor’s eyes conveyed the distress of someone who internalized a great deal of trauma amassed over a tragic lifetime. Many actresses have beautiful eyes. Not many can do what Astor does with hers. Even if I shouldn’t, I feel inclined to believe everything her characters say and have sympathy towards them as they suffer. It’s not just the eyes, mate. It’s how she uses ’em.

* I’m not good at describing women’s hairstyles, so I had to get the description of Mary Astor’s hair-do from ‘Bright Lights Film Journal’. Thank you to the author for letting me quote her.

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Joan Sweet Joan





Sometimes movies are made to tell a story with real substance and insight. Other times, they’re made just to capitalize on a money-making formula. “There’s Always A Woman” was one of those movies made for greedy reasons. It exists mainly because Columbia Pictures wanted their own version of MGM’s successful “Thin Man” movie series about a husband and wife detective team.



The movie’s cynical origins are disappointing. Fortunately, they didn’t prevent it from being a satisfying experience for me, thanks to smart direction, writing, acting, and casting. I believe this movie’s greatest asset is leading lady Joan Blondell. I’ve loved her work in many supporting roles, but found her more memorable than ever before in “There’s Always A Woman”. She’s a familiar face, yet I felt like I was seeing her for the first time because I’d never seen her play such a substantial role so perfectly. It seems custom made for Blondell to show how lovable she can be and she plays it with joy.



Blondell’s character is playful, perky, and silly without being stupid. She reminded me of Jean Arthur in “The Whole Town’s Talking”. A highlight of both performances is an interrogation scene during which the breezy lady is hilariously unfazed by police pressure. The performances are also similar in how they changed my perception of an actress. I started out thinking of these women only as reliable supporting players in movies I watched for other stars.



Suddenly, they were great stars in their own right, and I wanted to see them in as many good leading roles as possible. The heroic couple in “There’s Always A Woman” didn’t become the popular pair Columbia Pictures wanted them to be. They only appeared in one sequel, with the wife character played by a different actress. Blondell couldn’t reprise her role because she was under contract to Warner Brothers and they wouldn’t let her work for a rival studio. I think there might have been more sequels if she’d been available.



Columbia Pictures didn’t get what they wanted from “There’s Always A Woman”. I got something even better. I got to see a star I’ve always liked reach her full potential. Her talent was brought into focus for me more than ever before. I enjoyed Joan Blondell’s antics and personality like those of some cartoon characters. With huge, always busy eyes and a giddy approach to physical comedy, she spends the movie scurrying around causing mischief.



Since I found this character so endearing, I understood why she was always loved and forgiven by her husband, even after being reckless and stubborn. At a crucial moment, the Blondell character’s policeman friend gives her a ride in his cop car. After dropping her off, he tells his partner, “There’s one fine little woman!” If I were the partner, I’d nod in agreement and reply, “You said it, pal!”

Dream Teams




As a child, some of my favourite cartoon episodes brought together villains that usually worked alone. When such big personalities joined forces, I got anxious to see how their interactions would play out. It was fun to watch divergent styles applied towards a common purpose. I felt the same way about sports and music. Major League Baseball’s ‘all-star’ game was my favourite baseball event of the year and many of the albums I bought were by various artists. These things fascinated me because they involved many gifted people contributing to the creation of something irreplacably special. I remember feeling like a god when I played a baseball video game that let me make dream teams using real life players.



I wonder if movie studio heads felt similarly back when every studio was like a professional sports team with a talent roster they could mix and match. When I find out that my favourite actors or actresses are together in a movie, I hope they have some chemistry and give strong performances inspired by a good script. I also prefer if their characters don’t abuse each other. I know it’s all make-believe, but I still get upset when they treat each other badly.



For example, I love Herbert Marshall, so I hate how several movies cast him as a nice guy with a cheating wife. In “Woman Against Woman”, he’s married to Mary Astor, who I currently adore more than any other actress. The good news: she doesn’t leave him like his other movie wives. The bad news: they break up anyway! Ugh. Fortunately, the performances have depth. Marshall gets more dignity than his betrayed husbands. Astor succeeds at the tricky task of convincingly evolving from manipulative to benevolent.



I don’t think I’ll ever stop getting excited by the novelty of people or characters I liked in one context getting together in a new one. This was something I appreciated about “The Lego Movie”. My favourite moment is one I love because of the ‘dream team factor’. A huge audience gathers for a speech, and the spectators include Milhouse Van Houten from “The Simpsons”, Michaelangelo from the “Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles”, and basketball icon Shaquille O’Neal.

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Seeing these characters in the same crowd was as thrilling as seeing The Joker, The Penguin, and Two-Face together in a Batman episode for the first time. They may look odd together, but that’s part of what makes their juxtaposition so neat. Opposites attract, and as “The Lego Movie” asserts, unusual combinations of people and characters can create surprisingly wonderful sights and stories.