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Scandals of Classic Hollywood: That Divine Gary Cooper

Let’s talk straight: there was no cowboy handsomer than Gary Cooper. John Wayne had the sneer, and Gene Autry had the voice, but no one smoldered quite like Cooper. In his early films, he was glamour on a horse: his eyes lined, his face powdered, yet somehow right at home in the saddle — in part because unlike so many city-boys-turned-screen-cowboys, he grew up in Montana, one of the last veritable frontiers of the early 20th century. Over his 30 years in Hollywood, he would play variations on the cowboy — the cowboy goes to war, the cowboy goes to the city — but in each turn, he not only won the girl but did so righteously. Unlike other major stars, who allowed for and even reveled in the opportunity to play against type, Cooper kept things simple. He played slight variations on the same character, but their moral center remained constant: as he once told a screenwriter attempting to fine-tune his character, “just make me the hero.”

Cooper became a hero to many, even as he developed a reputation as one of the most notorious philanderers in Hollywood. He had stiff competition — Clark Gable, Spencer Tracy, the list goes on — but Cooper may or may not have slept with EVERY. SINGLE. CO-STAR. No matter his age, no matter their age, he was insatiable, before and during his marriage. How to reconcile his moral righteousness onscreen with his philandering offscreen? That was the work of Fixers, gossip magazines, and the studio system at large, which ensured that Cooper was never caught, never denounced, and held up as a paragon of American values. Of course, the way he looked in pants didn’t hurt. 

Cooper was born Frank James Cooper in Helena, Montana, in 1901. His parents were recent immigrants from England, and after nine years returned home for an extended stint in the homeland that just happened to coincide with much of the First World War. His family came back to Montana in 1918, and Cooper enrolled in Grinnell College (cue massive Grinnell rally cry in comments) to study agriculture.

If you’ve never been to Helena, here’s what you need to understand. It’s the capital of Montana, which makes it a big deal in a big state with few people. Cooper’s father went from being a farmer to being a lawyer to being a supreme court judge, demonstrating the sort of upward mobility that now seems a distinct relic of the 20th century. Cooper rode horses and had impeccable manners, which meant that he had none of the problems usually associated with “low class,” ethnic stardom (see especially: the case of Clara Bow). I imagine him not unlike Brad Pitt’s character early in A River Runs Through It, full of potential, swagger, and perfectly sun-kissed, golden shoulders.

The fact of his Montana childhood (never mind those pesky British years!) provided the raw material from which the fan magazines could weave elaborate, Louis L’Amour-esque backstories. One Photoplay article, purportedly penned by Cooper himself, highlighted his natural, rugged, un-urban upbringing on his Montana ranch:

Nights, lying very quietly on your bunk, you attune your ears to every sound that the darkness gives. The faint mournful note of the loon, in the far distance. The round gurgle of Andy’s creek as it parts to pass the huge boulder at its center. The soft patter of chipmunks as they stealthily come to nuzzle at the door, in search of food.

All I’m saying is that if this small-town-turned-sorta-city girl read that in a fan magazine, I’d be all over that Cooper in the same way I want to go live with Bon Iver in a cabin and do watercolors in thick sweaters. In other words: Cooper’s back story appealed to something seemingly primal, something in women, both in the 1920s and today, that wants to go live in wide open spaces with a man who knows how to chop some mother-f-ing wood.

Cooper spent a few years at Grinnell, but when his father retired from the bench and moved his mother to Los Angeles, Cooper gave up ag classes to try his hand as a Hollywood extra. A casting director replaced his given name, Frank, with “Gary,” because she thought Cooper evoked the “rough, tough” nature of her hometown of Gary, Indiana. (Can you imagine “Gary” not being a name for dads and uncles? Up to this point, though, it was just a city. Look at the ridiculous uptick in baby boys named Gary following Cooper’s rise to fame.)

Cooper played an extra in a handful of films before arriving on the set of The Winning of Barbara Worth in 1926. The actor cast as the second male lead didn’t show, and someone shoved Cooper into the part. He didn’t need much — some gesturing, but no words, since the cinema was still silent — and Cooper had his break. Shortly thereafter, he signed a contract with Paramount. When Clara Bow saw him on the Paramount lot, she insisted he be cast in her upcoming film, It. As longtime readers of Scandals of Classic Hollywood know, It made Clara Bow a star – and it also made Bow and Cooper somewhat of an item.

Cooper’s scene in It was unremarkable, but his appearance in Wings, released later that same year, truly launched his career. He plays a World War I flying cadet, and although his screentime was still relatively short, there was one scene — an extended close-up shot, the light streaming in from outside — in which he looked gorgeous. His gorgeousness was compounded by his character's tragic fate (everyone knows a character gets hotter when he dies at the end of the film; just ask Leo).

The fan mail poured in, and in classic Hollywood, fan mail was one of the main gauges of where a contracted star would go next. Did fans like him as a romantic hero? Okay, fine then, let’s do more of that. After Wings, Cooper appeared in a slew of silents, usually playing variations on the romantically rugged yet sophisticated hero. He embodied the Jazz Age masculinity, which is to say he was tall and dressed impeccably, but wasn’t a complete dandy.

In 1929, he filmed The Wolf Song with Lupe Velez. Cooper plays a cowboy who somehow makes his way to Taos, where he meets Velez and falls in love, but nevertheless feels drawn by the call of adventure. Sounds like every guy trying to get out of staying together with his girlfriend for summer break, but bygones. The film is mostly forgotten, but you might seek it out simply because it shows Cooper in full-frontal, Fassbender-style nudity. It’s brief; he’s brushing his teeth in the river; BUT WHATEVER.

If Bow was “The It Girl,” then Velez was “The Mexican It Girl” — spunky, beautiful, buxom, and mercurial. And since Cooper had hooked up with Bow, he naturally hooked up with Velez as well.

Look at them! Aren’t they adorable! Even more adorable? Velez purportedly claimed that Cooper “has the biggest organ in Hollywood but not the ass to push it in well.” OH MY GOD I AM BLUSHING JUST TYPING THAT.

Between poor thrusts, Cooper filmed The Virginian – his first real “talkie,” based on the tremendously successful 1902 novel of the same name. Basic premise: Cooper is from Wyoming, he is a cowboy, and he is the hero. He likes a girl from afar.

The film was a MONSTER hit and cemented the foundation of Cooper’s image: volatile, full of honor, a bit of a secret romantic, yet still and always the hero. Who just happens to look smokin’ in pants:

I mean WOW.

But as Cooper scholar Steven T. Sheehan points out, even in The Virginian, Cooper is still a bit of a glamour-boy. He wears heavy makeup (look at that eyeliner!) that makes his face look even smoother and more boyish when compared to the rough terrain surrounding him. What’s more, the director shoots him in glamour close-ups — similar to the one that made him famous in Wings — usually used for female love interests. Granted, a lot of male stars were still heavily made-up during this time period, but they were usually situated in parlors and urban spaces. Cooper was essentially a pretty-boy cowboy. As will become clear, this look changed as standards of masculinity shifted with the onset of the Depression. In hindsight, the glamour-look underlines just what a product of Hollywood even the most “natural” of stars remain.

Once a studio finds what works, it runs with it — in 1930 alone, Cooper starred in Only the Brave, The Texan, and A Man From Wyoming, all of which exploited his cowboy image. In Morocco, he played a taciturn cowboy in a soldier’s uniform — only this time he was up against Marlene Dietrich. If you read the last column on Dietrich, you know why this film is awesome. And it will come as no surprise that Cooper and Josef von Sternberg, the film’s director and Dietrich’s svengali, did not get along — in part because von Sternberg insisted on filming Cooper in passive positions, always looking up at a beautifully lit Dietrich. I love this, I love it so much.

Power differential manifest.

Cooper supposedly complained to the bigwigs at Paramount — remember, this was von Sternberg and Dietrich’s first American film — and had it stopped. But the backstage intrigue didn’t stop there.

Cooper was still carrying on with Lupe Velez — he wanted to marry her, but Cooper’s mom (recall, she was right there in L.A.) thought her too “vulgar” and “tasteless.” We might attribute her verdict to good ol’ fashioned racism, but Lupe was a bit of a hot mess. Or at least that’s how the press chose to portray her, most likely in keeping with her onscreen image as a fiery Latina. She loved acting “low-class,” and threw parties with cock fights and “stag films,” a.k.a. thinly veiled porn. She got in fights, especially over men, and was prone to extreme jealousy. To wit: angry over Cooper’s close friendship with Anderson Lawler, known, in the time’s parlance, as a “swisher,” or flamboyant homosexual, Velez supposedly “unzipped Cooper’s fly at a social gathering and started sniffing his crotch, claiming to smell Lawler’s cologne.”

I can’t even.

Velez was also framed as an animal of desire: Cooper gave her two eagles, “love birds” to symbolize their predatory affection, and their shared bed was “eight feet square,” which, as film scholar Henry Jenkins points out, makes it sound more like a “wrestling ring” than a “boudoir.” I kinda want her to be my best friend, but I somehow don’t think she had best friends, or friends at all.

How much of these reports were true, and how much were fabricated to fit her image as a “Mexican spitfire,” may never be known. What’s to be relished, however, is how she and Dietrich went head-to-head on the set of Morocco.

Velez insisted on being on-set at all times — and with good cause, given Cooper’s tendencies and Dietrich’s je ne sais quoi. She became even more aggressive as filming continued and evidence of an affair seemed to materialize. (I have no idea what said evidence was; more crotch-sniffing?) The fan magazines satirized their competition, and Velez, famous for her impersonations, did a devastating satire of Dietrich at a prominent Hollywood gathering. In hindsight, Dietrich would explain that “Gary was totally under the control of Lupe.”

Part of me likes the idea of these two powerful women doing crazy shit for Cooper’s affection, and part of me realizes that it’s yet another case of romantic individualism — women dividing themselves in their fight for men. But Cooper was not immune or ignorant to the games being played in his name. He lost 40 pounds over the course of he and Velez’s three-year relationship, and Velez apparently shot at him when he left Los Angeles by train to Chicago. (She missed, started swearing at her poor aim, and fled arrest. Allegedly. Some of this stuff is just too much, but then I look at all of Lindsay Lohan’s crazy antics, and maybe not.)

Over the next few years, Cooper was paired with the most gorgeous and promising female stars in Hollywood — with Carole Lombard in I Take This Woman (1931), Claudette Colbert in His Woman (1931), and Joan Blondell in Make Me a Star (1932). The common theme: Cooper plays a man of few words who woos sophisticated women, which is exactly what’s happening in this photo with Lombard:

In 1932, Cooper and his Paramount “rival,” Cary Grant, were cast against the glorious Tallulah Bankhead in Devil and the Deep (1932). Bankhead was a loose canon who would have totally read The Hairpin, not least because her most famous quote was “The only reason I went to Hollywood was to fuck that divine Gary Cooper.”

Girl deserves an entire column, but what you need to understand now is that it appears she achieved her goal — as did almost all of Cooper’s co-stars. The next few years were more of the same. He played the lead in the first adaptation of A Farewell to Arms in 1933, a role that would eventually lead to a close friendship with Hemingway himself. He looks much better fit for the role than Rock Hudson would 20 years later — or maybe I’m just distracted by the leg?

Amid all his onscreen cowboying and philandering, Cooper began courting Veronica Balfe, a starlet best known as the blonde dropped by King Kong. This time, Cooper’s mother approved, and the two were wed in late 1933. Balfe retired from the screen, fated to become the woman with the least amount of Google Image results who also slept with Gary Cooper.

After a brief reunion with Dietrich onscreen and off in Desire (1936), Cooper appeared in a role that would retexture his image from the eyeliner-wearing cowboy sophisticate to that of a straight-talking everyman — a masculinity perfectly inline with the values of Depression-era America. The film was Mr. Deeds Goes to Town, a delightful piece of what is now known as Capra-corn, a.k.a. films made by Frank Capra (including Mr. Smith Goes to Washington, Meet John Doe) that are by turns saccharine, adorable, forcefully American, and intermittently satisfying. Which is to say they take advantage of you the same way that Extreme Makeover: Home Edition does, with a potent ideological mix of chivalry, charity, and consumerism.

Cooper had already been working to eschew his glamour image. A 1935 piece in Woman’s Home Companion made the glamour image and placement on Hollywood’s “Best Dressed List” a thing of his boyhood past. According to Cooper, “I don’t know a darn thing about dressing. I just trust in the Lord and keep my shoes shined.”

It sounds like a line straight out of Mr. Deeds’ mouth. Deeds, the bumbling Vermonter-cum-greeting-card poet who inherits $20 million from his uncle, is taken to New York to sort out the estate, only to have all sorts of con artists take advantage of his straight-talking goodness. Throughout the film, Deeds makes a huge display of rejecting the ridiculous components of wealth: he refuses to be dressed by his Uncle’s valet, and calls out those who would ridicule his Hallmark-esque verse. He also falls in love with the very woman who’s been conning him most obviously — a reporter, played by Jean Arthur, who exploits his weakness for “women in distress,” then files reports of Cooper’s bumbles (feeding donuts to a horse, slugging pompous writers in a restaurant, refusing to bankroll the fiscally ridiculous Opera) on the front page of the paper.

Deeds is one of the first films to show a bit of age around Cooper’s eyes, but he also looks amazingly attractive. He speaks slowly and deliberately, with the sort of steady gaze that reminds me of the boys I used to slow dance to Garth Brooks’ “The Dance” with in high school. He’s not stupid, per se, just wholly without irony. He plays the tuba — in public, with tremendous glee — which should tell you just about all need to know about this man.

Plus look at how nicely he looks at Jean Arthur!

And all rumpled and hungover!

After Deeds figures out that everyone’s been swindling him, he makes to go back to Vermont, presumably to hang out with me on the top of the hill where I currently live, entertaining me by playing the tuba and wearing pants. But before he can go back, a desperate, jobless man — a character familiar to any viewer of films released between the years 1931 and 1939 — attacks and then appeals to Deeds, begging him to take pity on the common man.

What happens next could have been set in the present day: a benevolent, wealthy man who spreads the wealth to the less fortunate in order to make a equitable society ... is framed as literally crazy. The effort to institutionalize Deeds for benevolence falls flat, Cooper gets to punch some more people in the face, Jean Arthur returns to his side, and all is well — and Cooper emerges even more American and “straightforward” than before.

At the time of Deeds’ release, Cooper was 35, two years married, and soon to be a father. Just as the country had reveled in excess and changed its ways, so too did Cooper. The extravagant, overly romantic, ascot-wearing man was no more. He was still the hero, but now he was no-frills. Importantly, the press labored to frame the shift not as a transformation, but as an illumination of the “real” Cooper. The glamour Cooper had always been a Hollywood show; the real Cooper resided beneath the make-up and intricate wardrobe.

The publicity machine also framed this “real” Cooper as filled with wisdom. A 1939 article belabored the point, relying on an anecdote from director Joel McCrea. Cooper arrived at McCrea’s ranch; the two greeted each other and agreed to take a walk. According to McCrea,

We walked for an hour or more, with never a word from him. That was like him. [The two men paused at a beautiful vista.] We stood there for five or ten minutes, perhaps, both of us silent. Finally, Coop drew a long deep breath and turned to me. "You know, McFee, that European situation is a hell of a mess," he remarked. He launched into as intelligent a discussion of international affairs as I have ever heard. When he had finished, he shut up again.

The message: still waters run fucking deep.

With this new, Depression-era masculinity established, Cooper’s career continued to flourish. It’s an object lesson in stardom: stars whose images can shift with the times endure, those whose images are tacked to a specific cultural moment decline and fade.

Cooper turned down the role of Rhett Butler, publicly declaring “Gone With the Wind is going to be the biggest flop in Hollywood history. I’m glad it’ll be Clark Gable who’s falling flat on his nose, not me.” Cooper would later eat his words, but he recovered from the embarrassment by hanging out with Hemingway, shooting and fishing around Sun Valley (and inviting Life Magazine to come along). How very Gary Cooper of him.

Please invite me to this party.

1941 was a blockbuster year: back with Capra for Meet John Doe, this time paired with Barbara Stanwyk, an adorable lose forelock, and the slogan “Be a better neighbor.”

Later that year, he appeared in Sergeant York as a “natural” marksmen and conscientious objector who, because his religion is that of the Tennessee backwoods, is still forced into the army. After lots of hemming and hawing (at one point, Cooper goes home and begs God for answers; the WIND then blows his bible open to a passage that implies that he must serve his country, and in so doing serve God). Cooper goes to war, still morally conflicted, but when his fellow men are cornered by Germans, proves himself a tremendous hero. The moral: he killed only to end the war more quickly, thereby preventing even more killing.

Sergeant York was based on the story of the real-life Sergeant York — a man so humble he refused the opportunity to adapt his story until the producers agreed to use the money to finance a bible school. THAT was the guy Cooper was playing onscreen. The specifics of the narrative were particularly salient to a nation that was still oscillating between isolationism and engagement in the current world war. Having seen the ravages of “The Great War,” how could the nation justify going to war again? How could the “pacifist” be convinced to kill Germans yet again?

Pearl Harbor would make the decision clear just months after Sergeant York’s release — and just in time to push Cooper toward an Academy Award for Best Actor. Recall that most Academy Awards do not, necessarily, go to the best performances; rather, they often go to performances that best embody an ideological moment. See: the post-racism of Crash triumphing over the still-too-transgressive man-love of Brokeback Mountain, or last year’s celebration of a certain attitude towards race relations in the nominations for The Help.  By awarding Gary Cooper with the Oscar for Sergeant York — by then, the best grossing film of 1941 — both the Academy and the nation at large were endorsing a particular attitude toward World War II and war in general: the war might be horrible, but it is necessary, and good, solid, Christian men like Cooper would lead the way toward what was right.

More nobleness followed: as Lou Gehrig in The Pride of the Yankees (1942) and as a sieve for Hemingway yet again, this time with Ingrid Bergman at her most boyish in For Whom the Bell Tolls (1943).

The films were fewer and far between, but Cooper was nominated for three straight years for Best Actor. Plus, this picture of him with Selznick and Bergman off-set just slays me:

Hemingway considered For Whom the Bell Tolls the only successful Hollywood adaptation of his work (after seeing The Killers, he supposedly yelled “Get me to the bathroom, I’m going to be sick!), in large part due to Cooper’s work. “You played Robert Jordan just the way I saw him,” Hem told Cooper, “tough and determined. Thank you.”

And then the war ended, and what was a noble hero to do? Hollywood had a gangbusters year in 1946, but then everything essentially went to shit. Newly married post-war couples started moving to the suburbs (and away from picture palaces), television began to expand, and the U.S. government made good on its threat to divest the studios of their exhibition arms (a.k.a. their theaters). The studio system was in slow decline.

The films that Cooper made next were both a reaction to and a expression of those years. He somehow managed to make The Fountainhead bearable in adaptation form, but I’m really only taking the critics' word for it, so strong is my antipathy towards Rand. But The Fountainhead, like all of Rand's books, is a particularly post-war, ego-driven, American novel — in some ways, Cooper was born to play the part. And look at this preposterous poster:

Naturally, the 47-year-old Cooper had an affair with his Fountainhead co-star, the 21-year-old Patricia Neal. Things only get smuttier from there: when Neal became pregnant with Cooper’s child, he purportedly insisted she have an abortion. Cooper’s long-suffering wife found out about the relationship and sent a telegram demanding he end it. Telegram chastising doesn’t work, however, as evidenced by the long-recycled story of Cooper’s daughter, by then in her early teens, spitting on Neal in public.

Amid all this drama, Cooper starred in what is now regarded as his defining role: the beleaguered sheriff in High Noon, battling against time to get his passive townsfolk to give a shit. The film — an obvious but effective parable of McCarthyism — won no small amount of praise, in part because Hollywood itself was one of the most high-profile targets of the House Un-American Activities Committee (HUAC). (One of the film’s screenwriters and producers, Carl Foreman, was called before the committee and deemed an “un-cooperative witness” for his refusal to name names. The film’s co-producer, Stanley Kramer, attempted to kick him off the picture, but Cooper intervened; Foreman eventually fled to England to avoid prosecution.)

Cooper had an affair with the very young Grace Kelly, who played his very young and very ardent Quaker wife. The affair presumably set Neal over the edge, as the next year, she suffered a nervous breakdown and left Hollywood. Between the daughter-spitting and Kelly’s beauty, I can see why. But she went on to marry Roald Dahl, with whom she had five children — including Ophelia Dahl, co-founder, along with Paul Farmer, of Partners in Health, a.k.a. the subject of Mountains Beyond Mountains. Between that life and a fleeting affair with aging Gary Cooper, I’d say she chose right.

High Noon is Cooper’s most famous role, and with good reason. It’s a near-perfect film, damning and yet just shy of heavy-handed. In many ways, High Noon is the natural extension of the evolution of Cooper’s image, at least how he was fated to function in the realities of America: dandy cowboy becomes principled cowboy becomes disillusioned cowboy. John Wayne would later call it “the most un-American thing I’ve ever seen in my whole life,” which, if you know any stories of old John Wayne, means it obviously had a lot going for it.

There was something particularly ironic, or maybe just fitting, in the choice of Cooper for the role of the Sheriff. Cooper himself had served as a “friendly” witness when he was called before HUAC in 1947, and was part of the “Motion Picture Alliance for the Preservation of American Ideals” with Barbara Stanwyck, Clark Gable, Ginger Rogers, and others. While Cooper was against Communism, he did not support the practice of “blacklisting,” i.e. preventing anyone who had refused to testify from working in Hollywood. All right, all right Gary, you’re partially redeemed.

For all its cultural resonance, the Cooper of High Noon is decidedly middle-aged, and lacks the Craggy Dude hotness that settled in the smile lines of Newman and Redford. And this, I think, is why many contemporary fans don’t see Cooper as a hot Hollywood star — an important star, of course, but more Dad than Hot. I certainly didn’t understand the appeal until I saw Deeds, and then I wanted him to play the tuba and be sincere with me all night.

Cooper converted to Catholicism in 1958, reconciling with his wife and daughter. As he told Hemingway, “You know, that decision I made was the right one.” But in 1960, Cooper fell ill with prostate cancer, which quickly spread to his colon, lungs, and bones. Yet he managed to keep his illness from the press — at least until Jimmy Stewart had to accept an honorary Academy Award in his stead in April 1961. “We’re very proud of you, Coop,” Stewart said, “all of us.” And then broke down. Hemingway, watching the broadcast, had to turn away.

Hemingway would later call Cooper from the Mayo Clinic, where he himself was receiving treatment for all matter of ailments. The chatted the way older men who hate the phone do, a mix of awkwardness and guffaws. They made plans to go to Africa. But as the phone conversation came to a close, Cooper became serious. “Papa,” he said, “I bet I beat you to the barn.” A month later, Cooper was dead.

In the beginning, Gary Cooper was a beautiful, luxurious thing to behold. Then he was a moral, benevolent thing to behold, and finally he was a disillusioned yet enduring thing to behold. No star better embodies the shift in the values and masculinity that guided American society from the ‘20s through the ‘50s. Even amid the Red Scare, when many Americans began to feel a creeping sense of doubt about what their xenophobia and reactionary politics had fostered, Coop was there to prove that righteousness endured. As theorist Richard Dyer would say, he acted out what mattered to millions of people, and that act made him a star beyond measure.

And regardless of his philandering, regardless of the arduous work of his studio’s publicity departments, there was something plaintive, almost childlike, maybe even innocent about Cooper. You see it in the way he talks about himself, and you see it in pictures like the one below. His image may have been a product of manipulation, but no man could so convincingly and unerringly play a certain type of man onscreen without a seed of those characters deep in himself. He may have been a lousy lover and an even lousier husband, but everything about him seemed prime for redemption. Just look at that divine, ridiculous, contradiction that was Gary Cooper, and see if you can’t fathom forgiveness.

 

Previously: Marlene Dietrich, Femme Fatale.

Anne Helen Petersen is a Doctor of Celebrity Gossip. No, really. You can find evidence (and other writings) here.



184 Comments / Post A Comment

SuperGogo

Oh man, AHP, you are absolutely spoiling us! Thank you, thank you, thank you!

beatrix

impressed....@l

falconet

Those lips! Hummina hummina. But I think I am going to need to see some more photos to form an opinion on that blushworthy Lupe Velez comment.

josefinastrummer

Maybe it wasn't Gary Cooper; it was Brian. And the girl was...ME!
AGNES!
I'm a BRIDE!

SuperMargie

@josefinastrummer YOU RULE EVERYTHING FORVER BASED ON THAT COMMENT ALONE !!!!

scully

@josefinastrummer +1000 for all Mame refs.

joie

@josefinastrummer I LOVE YOU.

josefinastrummer

@Mame Dennis-Pickett-Burnside and scully and SuperMargie Thank you! I am so glad you guys got the reference. I have a woman I work with named Agnes and that's how I say her name in my head all the time. I couldn't help myself here!

Loitering With Intent

@josefinastrummer My month old nephew's middle name is Patrick! I have a legitimate shot at attempting Mamedom *loading up on bracelets*

martinipie

my immediate reaction upon seeing this was YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSS ok gonna go read now!

martinipie

@martinipie Yowza, that "rumpled and hungover" shot SLAYS me.

sudden but inevitable betrayal

@martinipie Oh boy...putting that one in my spank bank FOREVER.

okaycrochet

@martinipie EXACTLY. That is the best.

beanie

@martinipie thank god someone else liked that photo as much as me! The ones of him all dressed up? No thanks. The one of him hungover? HOT. What does this say about us?

martinipie

@beanie I think it goes along with the whole "Aragorn complex," ie, (certain) men looking WAY hotter all scruffy and dirty than cleaned up. Obvs Viggo is one, see also Jaime Lannister in recent GoT episodes, Chris Hemsworth as the Huntsman...ughhhhh men, I think about you too much.

beanie

@martinipie luv u kingslayer <3

Rosebudddd

So. Absolutely. GORGEOUS. I love him.

Nicole Cliffe

PAT NEAL PAT NEAL PAT NEAL!!!

missupright

@Nicole Cliffe PAT NEAL + ROALD DAHL + DRAMA + SUFFERING + oh my god.

acookieaday

@Nicole Cliffe I listened to Patricia Neal's interview with Robert Osbourne. Aaaahhhhhh!!!!! That poor woman. She was treated so badly by several men. OK, maybe she had an affair with Gary Cooper but it kinda sounds like he was doing that most of the time. She deserves her own article along with Vivien Leigh!!!

Passion Fruit

Recall that most Academy Awards do not, necessarily, go to the best performances; rather, they often go to performances that best embody an ideological moment.

OH! That makes so much sense. I learned something!

sudden but inevitable betrayal

@Passion Fruit Agreed! AHP, you are so wise.

scully

@Passion Fruit Yes! This really helps because I was STILL pissed about the Crash vs Brokeback thing.

Lee Van Queef

I just wanted to say, I think mostly because of my immediately forwarding SoCH articles to him the second they post, my beloved got me this for my birthday.

SoCH Book Club 'Pinup, anyone?

KiwiTheBirdNotTheFruit

@Woman Laughing Alone With Boas I do that too! They usually get posted right before we get to our respective workplaces in the morning; as soon as I get to my desk and do the requisite morning FB/news sites/Hairpin check, I send the latest SoCH on to him.

Megasus

I hear that Lupe.
Also, something tells me that a young Dick Whitman was a huuuuuge Gary Cooper fan.

KatPruska

@Megano! I am so glad I'm not the only one who read this thinking, "Jesus, this guy is Don Draper."

I AM DIAPHENA

Um, I LOVE that Lupe Velez totally pulled an IRL "Smell Yo Dick."
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lgWgEoaAYDY

tessamae

@I AM DIAPHENA !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I want to watch that video SO BAD but I am at work. It never fails to make me cry with laughter.

fondue with cheddar

@I AM DIAPHENA I once overheard a neighbor accuse his girlfriend/wife of cheating and ask her to "pull down your pants and let me smell your pussy." Loudly. In the parking lot. In the middle of the day.

avoidmadness

Hmm, I don't know much about old Hollywood but as a history nerd I really enjoy these posts, so much drama and scandal. I'm really interested in Lupe Velez, I guess I don't know too much about foreigners in old Hollywood, excluding Brits.

PatatasBravas

@avoidmadness Yes yes! I want to know more about Lupe, and Tallulah! These are so intriguing...

Loitering With Intent

@PatatasBravas @PatatasBravas They have the best stories, especially Tallulah: 'My father warned me about men and booze, but he never said a word about women and cocaine.'

Wandering Shelver

@PatatasBravas A Tallulah Bankhead SoCH would be a hoot! A certain women's college in Virginia counts her among their notable alumnae -- she attended briefly when it was a women's seminary and was reportedly kicked out for biting a teacher -- but every time I see her name I think about her shenanigans on the set of Hitchcock's Lifeboat. In the interest of being polite and SFW, I suggest looking up the IMDb trivia page for the movie.

octagonfudge

@Wandering Shelver Ye gods, PLEASE let there be Tallulah Bankhead! It's gonna be spicy.

wallsdonotfall

Those boob-buttons on Jean Arthur's coat sure are something.

iseeshiny

Wha? My panties are gone... where... where did they go?

tessamae

@iseeshiny CHOP THAT WOOD, GARY.

*fans self*

iseeshiny

And am I the only one who put Lupe's comment in the context of "he's just really gentle with his huge tool" you know, cause he doesn't want to hurt his playmates? WELL ENDOWED AND CONSIDERATE OMG

tessamae

@iseeshiny Nope. And considering she sounds like she was quite the Hot Mess, I can see where this wouldn't even register with her.

Jane Err

Montana! Represent.

I'll finish reading now.

TheDragon

@Jane Err
Yay for Montanans!

TheDragon

@Jane Err
Yay for Montanans!

I'm Right on Top of that, Rose

@Jane Err @The Kendragon Holler at fellow Montanans! Finally, something about our state that's not embarrassing!

bitzyboozer

Man, between Roald Dahl being a total shit, one of her kids dying, one suffering brain damage, and herself having multiple aneurysms that put her in a coma and caused her to have to learn how to walk again, I'm not sure I'd put such a rosy spin on Patricia O'Neal's post-Cooper life. Not that I think it would have been a cakewalk had she stayed with Coop, it's just a sad sad story.

karrrren

@bitzyboozer thanks for pointing that out. back when i was ten or so, roald dahl was the first lesson i ever had in that unfortunate cliche that sometimes the people responsible for creating your favorite things are ultimately terrible human beings.

datalass

@bitzyboozer Agreed. I read her autobiography years ago and the one thing I really remember is that she wanted a child/children a lot. So, the fact she and Dahl had kids was a pointed contrast to Cooper pressuring her to abort their child. I guess in that regard, Cooper was a pretty easy act to follow.

Anne Helen Petersen

@bitzyboozer Point well taken -- I, too, had read about Dahl being a huge dick, but I seemed to have forgotten. Or maybe it was just overshadowed by my memory from Mountains Beyond Mountains. Either way, you're correct.

meetapossum

@bitzyboozer Yuuuup. I came to make a similar comment. Poor Patricia.

Miss Torso

@meetapossum Me too. I recently read Neal's autobiography and far from a fleeting affair, I'd say she casts Cooper as the love of her life.

Lucienne

IDK, she made A Face in the Crowd, Breakfast at Tiffany's, and Hud post-Cooper so it wasn't all bad.

Jen Whartenby@facebook

Ok, I'll do it. Grinnell College represent!!!

Hey, we don't have that many famous alums to rally around...Herbie Hancock never graduated, Robert Noyce isn't exactly Steve Jobs on the excitement-o-meter, and the rest are mainly interesting to lovers of science and history.

Yarnybarny

@Jen Whartenby@facebook Every time I hear the line "Trying hard to look like Gary Cooper" in "Puttin on the Ritz" I turn to whoever I am standing by and say, 'You know Gary Cooper went to Grinnell.' Excellent job mentioning it, Lupe!

Yarnybarny

@Yarnybarny hmph. I meant, Anne. Of course I meant Anne. I hadn't read the story all the way through yet. Sorry! But now I have and it is excellent.

littlebird

@Jen Whartenby@facebook Grinnellllll! I couldn't believe we didn't get the first comment. Where you at, Grinnellians??

Sarah Says

@Jen Whartenby@facebook Whooooo! Grinnell College!!! I heard he rode horses down the north campus loggia while he was there.

New Hoarder

Oh goodness, 14-year-old me thought Gary Cooper was SO. HOT. after seeing him in "Friendly Persuastion" (his role was a Pa Ingalls-type- what is wrong with me?), and then seeing him in some of his older movies when he was younger. I thought he was so nice and then read about his Catholicism but affairs, etc... still, a (superficially) beautiful, beautiful man.

Okay, now to read the SoCH.

Scandyhoovian

LUPE VELEZ I LOVE YOU oh my god that 'massive organ, tiny ass' comment I cannot contain my laughter. That is amazing. I am so glad history has it recorded somewhere. FOR POSTERITY.

also hungover military cooper = best cooper, yes?

PatatasBravas

@Scandyhoovian I KNOW I KNOW that line is such perfection.

And I want to further rumple that man's bedclothes, hangover or no hangover!

sudden but inevitable betrayal

@Scandyhoovian I want to be the kind of woman who says shit like that. LOVE IT!

Bittersweet

@Scandyhoovian I don't know, I'm pretty jealous of Barbara Stanwyck right now - she gets to be on the receiving end of that smile and that loose forelock.

PatatasBravas

Speaking of Jimmy Stewart, I LOVE JIMMY STEWART THAT HANDSOME DEVIL, can he have a SoCH?

(some of my affection is based on that Aimee Mann song and my partner being more aged than I, um haha, but mainly Stewart is gloriously good-looking!)

joie

@PatatasBravas truth. I actually cried when Jimmy Stewart died. He comes across as such a doofus, but also a fundamentally decent human being, and he has great lips.

tessamae

@PatatasBravas I second this. He had the.very.best eyes.

miss olsen

@PatatasBravas Seconded! Jimmy Stewart is my favorite Old Hollywood type. Can we learn about him please? Was he as clean cut as he seemed?

tessamae

@miss olsen I think he really was, which only deepens my love for him! He was very Paul Newman-esque (or really, as he came first, Paul Newman was very Jimmy Stewart-esque I suppose). He was married and happy, a WWII veteran, philanthropic, and was a POET.

But, srsly, AHP. It's worth the Jimmy Stewart/Henry Fonda roommate pics alone. Do those exist? I can Photoshop some if they don't.

PatatasBravas

@tessamae Sort-of-on-the-Periphery-of-Scandals of Classic Hollywood: Jimmy Stewart?

narwhalsandwich

SO GOOD. also, I really want to send someone a telegram. NOW.

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@narwhalsandwich THERE ARE NO MORE TELEGRAMS. :(

narwhalsandwich

@jen325 I know! it's truly terrible.

Blondsak

@narwhalsandwich Never fear, http://www.telegramstop.com/ is here!

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@Gussie Fink-Nottle That's awesome!

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@Gussie Fink-Nottle that is awesome!

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leonstj

Oh fuck. Now my recurring "Fuck all this noise, I'ma just move to a farm somewhere out west and spend my time riding horses and baling hay and putting up fences and erecting guesthouses w/ my own fucking hands" dander is all raised.

Aaaaaaand I have 5 more hours of spreadsheets and conference calls before the subway. Time to listen to Ennio Moricone music and picture my alternate existence.

sudden but inevitable betrayal

@leon.saintjean Mine too! Hairpin Ranch anyone??

laurel

@sudden but inevitable betrayal New Mexico is big and cheap and pretty and relatively progressive. C'mon all y'all, pearl snap cowperson shirts for all my friends!

beanie

@leon.saintjean let's open up a restaurant in Santa Fe. Sunny Santa Fe sounds..niiiice.

Oh, this wasn't the time for Rent sing-a-longs?

Bittersweet

@beanie Forget this cold Bohemian hell.

(Any time is the time for Rent sing-a-longs. Sing it girl!)

TheDragon

@beanie If you want country living, you don't want Santa Fe! hipster city of New Mexico.
Let me steer you toward Toas. Smallish town, in the mountains, amazing food, and as for looks? Well. It was a favorite of Ansel Adams and Georgia O'Keeffe!
Y'all come visit me in Las Cruces, now!

leonstj

@beanie Sante Fe, are you there? Don't you swear you won't forget me? If I found you would you let me come and stay?

beanie

@leon.saintjean *does kick dance alone, jumps on a horse*

laurel

@The Kendragon Let's split the difference and meet up in TorC. Cheap real estate, some arty nerdiness, at least one good restaurant, plentiful hot springs that don't smell like sulfur...

anachronistique

@musicals nerds: YOU ARE MY FAVORITES.

TheDragon

@laurel
Also, a badass jeep trail up the mountains behind it, and I know a lady who owns a stable about ten miles out of town. TorC will work.

solaana

I started crushing on this guy back in middle school, when we were forced to read Catcher in the Rye, and Holden's all hating on him. Looked dude up, was like, fuck you Holden, and that's all she wrote. So: YAY FOR THIS.

ALS24

Please can the next one be about Lupe? Please? Pleeeeease? She sounds incredible.

fondue with cheddar

@ALS24 "And yet you’re too good to polish the candlesticks? You’re fired!"

Sorry, I couldn't help myself.

beanie

@jen325 that coat cost more than your house! Oh, that's how we joke. She doesn't even have a house!

tessamae

"Between poor thrusts..." OMG AHP, I am totally using this when I finally launch my career as a romance novelist. Ahahahaha!!

sudden but inevitable betrayal

This was amazing, as usual. Never thought I'd want to viciously hump a dude named Gary.

frigwiggin

I completely forgot myself when that picture with Grace Kelly came up. Good god was she pretty.

Lily Rowan

God, that picture of Ingrid Bergman is stunning.

martinipie

@Lily Rowan Yes!

Beatrix Kiddo

What about Love in the Afternoon? Inquiring minds want to know if he hooked up with Audrey Hepburn.

HereKitty

@Beatrix Kiddo And "Ball of Fire" -- so funny!

Sorry, AHP, I know you have only so much space. And you really do such wonderful things with it.

WaityKatie

@HereKitty LOVE Ball of Fire.

lenka_V

@HereKitty Yes! I watched that movie a few months ago and laughed so much. Ah I love it.

bluebears

Also didn't Ronald Reagan consider him one of his closest friends? I seem to remember reading that.

melis

@bluebears Yeah, but Gary really only thought of him as a second-tier buddy at best, so it was really uncomfortable for him when Reagan asked him to be his best man and then when Coop's marriage rolled around Reagan kind of assumed it was going to be him, but like, I'm sorry man, just because you don't have that many friends doesn't mean I have to play along, he was going to find out sooner or later you guys, and anyhow I don't want to talk about this on my bachelor party weekend, where are the whores" - Gary Cooper

melis

"Oh my God, Gary, I complete forgot about the whores. I am so sorry. Jesus, I'm sorry. Completely slipped my mind." -Jimmy Stewart

melis

"Slipped your mind my left eye, Jim. You've never helped a working girl finish her shift a day in your life and you know it. Lucky I managed to talk a few of the dancers at the Cocoanut Grove into joining us after drinks tonight, fellas. Can't leave this kind of thing to Jim, boys. You know that. Another brandy, waiter. And give it legs this time." -Katharine Hepburn

melis

"Now - now look here, Katie, I think, I think that's unfair of you, really I do -" -Jimmy Stewart

melis

"Tell you what, Jim, let's take this conversation outside and I'll arm wrestle you for it."

"Arm wrestle for what, Katie?"

"Never mind what you overgrown lilac bush, let's wrestle! Is this a party or isn't this?"

marianlibrarian

@melis
I think I love you. That Stewart was DEAD ON.

tessamae

And also, seriously. Fuck Instagram and so forth. I demand from here on out my photo only be shot with whatever equipment/lighting Old Hollywood used. BECAUSE FOR REAL.

"Hi! Do mind taking our pic? Great! Just give me like 30 to quickly set up my equipment and we'll be all set. You're not allergic to magnesium, are you?"

Speaking of cake, I have cake

'The soft gurgle of Andy's Creek as it parts to pass the huge boulder at its centre'

That's what she said.

SORRY

miss buenos aires

What happened to Gary Cooper? The strong, silent type. That was an American. He wasn't in touch with his feelings. He just did what he had to do. See, what they didn't know was once they got Gary Cooper in touch with his feelings that they wouldn't be able to shut him up! And then it's dysfunction this, and dysfunction that, and dysfunction ma fangul!

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@miss buenos aires One might even say he was super duper.

LooseBaggyMonster

@miss buenos aires He was gay, Gary Cooper?

miss buenos aires

@LooseBaggyMonster NO! Are you listenin' to me?!

Probs

There's an amazing Norman Rockwell illustration of Gary Cooper in this super elaborate cowboy costume all with a million tassells and bangles and buckles and fringes, a metric fuckton of makeup in vibrant color, and the makeup artist is just putting on the last bit of killer lipstick. When I first saw it years ago, I was like, "watchu trying to say, Norm?" Having now read this column (amazing as always) it seems even more loaded.

meetapossum

"...something in women, both in the 1920s and today, that wants to go live in wide open spaces with a man who knows how to chop some mother-f-ing wood." Yessss yes yes yes. This is why I think I would like to eventually move out West.

PatatasBravas

@meetapossum ...has anyone else been subjected to dramatic readings of the Bon Iver Erotica tumblr by their peers in a shared office? No? No one? (grumble grumble the cruelties of my life)

meetapossum

@PatatasBravas WHAT. LINK!

TheDragon

@meetapossum
Moving out West doesn't exactly mean you'll find them, unfortunately. Dying breed and all that. Even in Montana there are plenty of guys who are willing to go camping but will hand the axe to you when it's time for a fire.

Anne Helen Petersen

@PatatasBravas

It's really so amazing.

meetapossum

@Anne Helen Petersen "Bon Iver just came into the tack room with an axe over his shoulder and wood chips in his hair. He smells like salt and mint and he growls at me playfully. I can’t help it - I throw down the bridle I’m holding and leap into his arms!"

I'M DYING. This is wonderful.

PatatasBravas

@meetapossum

"I am in the greenhouse pollinating tomato flowers with a paintbrush when I hear him return. He crushes me in his arms that smell of hotel soap. We make love right there beside the machinery shed, interrupted once by an incurious turkey passing by. Later he pushes me in the tire swing as the sun slips behind the western hills and shares stories from his tour."

I. AM. GRADING. FORTY. PAPERS. STOPPPPPPPPPPPPPP.

"His suitcase is still in the truck, forgotten along with the yearning of being apart."

THERE WILL BE BLOOD.

meetapossum

@PatatasBravas " Come July, Bon Iver begins his annual countdown to Jamboree Days. He looks forward to the charcoal chicken dinner, the parade with its antique tractors and fire trucks, the high school marching band and the 4-H float, the pancake breakfast at town hall, and, of course, the midway carnival.

When the festivities draw to a close and the stirring strains of Sousa’s ‘The Gallant Seventh’ have all but faded from our memory, Bon Iver and I will return home, arm in arm, fingers sticky from spun sugar, faces red from too much sun, exhausted but content, and he will turn to me and say, as earnest as can be, ‘I wouldn’t trade a single moment with you for a lifetime’s worth of Jamboree Days.’"

I'm actually crying from laughter.

LooseBaggyMonster

@meetapossum I seem to be missing that primal impulse toward the strong, silent, wood-choppin' type. Give me Cary Grant! Uh, please.

PatatasBravas

@meetapossum

"Bon Iver took a break from making me a mosaic out of seaglass to kiss each one of my toes."

"Bon Iver is tickling my back in the orchard while the ratatouille is in the oven!"

"Bon Iver showed me his new tattoo. It is a tiny sparrow whose heart is exposed, and within the heart is a map of the world showing every place we’ve been together, and in every place we’ve been together is a tiny perfect rendition of us with our bodies entwined. He did the tattoo himself."

(an @evil melis mood comes over me)

evil melis

in my universe bon iver is a black-eyed wall street executive

he has never worn a sweater or been in a cabin

evil melis

he listens to a lot of Sublime and has a turkey sub with mayo only for lunch every single day

from Quizno's

evil melis

in my universe Quizno's is the only restaurant in Manhattan

not that it's the only chain with multiple locations but it is literally the only restaurant there now

bon iver had to do horrible things to make sure his name got on the daily turkey sub list

horrible things

the manhattan quizno's does not have any cheese either so don't even ask

PatatasBravas

@evil melis I shiver; a menacing opaque cloud, the color of a miniature tortoise's dark goatee, has passed over me.

(Confidential to everyone else: EVIL MELIS WAS SUMMONED, I SWOON)

WaityKatie

@LooseBaggyMonster I'll take one of each, please.

Heat Signature

This was a very informative post, considering that the entirety of my Gary Cooper knowledge comes from Taco's immortal classic "Puttin' on the Ritz".

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@Heat Signature Actually, that's a cover! It's from the 1930's musical of the same name. There have been many versions, but the one from Young Frankenstein will always be my favorite.

The Lady of Shalott

I don't want to get too much into it but I did my MA with the guy doing his Ph.D on the real-life Sgt. York and studying his actions in France, and consequently I (not on purpose) have learned way, way, way too much about him. But fun fact about York: He named all his kids after American heroes, Woodrow Wilson, Sam Houston, Betsy Ross, Thomas Jefferson, and some other less interesting ones.

TheDragon

All this didn't really help my raging cowboy crush.
But I kinda want my cowboy to stay small town, and fit more along the lines of the song "Small Town Southern Man," not go to Hollywood and screw everyone in sight.

M'fly

Oh god, Gary Cooper... *swoons*

But seriously can we please please please have a SoCH: Tallulah Bankhead edition? Lady was seriously something else. I've always loved that her (reported) last words were, "codeine... bourbon."

KatPruska

@J Keems@twitter Second! I did a reading for a musical based on her and while that specific incarnation is going nowhere, the idea is a great one! She was a damn tornado.

missrubyjones

Two things: Joel McCrea was an actor, not a director. And where do all the Lupe Velez quotes come from, exactly?

WaityKatie

@missrubyjones I wondered about this, too. I was all, "what? Joel McCrea also directed?"

laurel

Design for Living is kind of a silly movie (with an awesome premise, thank you 1933!) but hot damn pretty baby Gary Cooper.

LinaLamont

Oh, the shame of being named after Gary, Indiana. It would be like being named Mordor or Azkaban or whatever that town in Footloose is.

Boy, did Robert Preston set me up for some disappointment upon seeing that place for the first time.

Also, if GC were my lovah I would get him drunk every night so he would look like that when we woke up.

Equestrienne

When are we doing Montgomery Clift?! I am ready for Montgomery Clift.

purefog

It is rather surprising that -- as far as I can tell -- the All-Knowing Internet seems to lack any copies of a still from "The Wolf Song" that might serve to corroborate at least part of Lupe Velez's claim.

fondue with cheddar

@purefog I know! I was very surprised and disappointed. The only shots I found only show his back.

Trilby

Those are some lovely pictures of the crazy-beautiful Coop. When I was a teenager I used to set my alarm clock to watch 2am showings of For Whom the Bell Tolls, Beau Geste, Morocco (!) and the like on my little B&W set. On a week night! I was so in love.

all the bacon and eggs

"The ass to push it in well"??? You're doing it wrong.

Waiting

Panties = melted. Yowsa!!!

Anon

Fun article, but Ms. Peterson skipped a couple of good (or at least interesting) films. I dislike Rand too, but the film of The Fountainhead is deliciously bonkers, thanks to King Vidor's fiery direction, and it features the mind-melting scene of Cooper wielding a pneumatic drill so phallic it practically tunnels through the screen.
The other overlooked film would be "Man of the West," one of Anthony Mann's typically intense and neurotic 50s Westerns. Cooper stars as a man ensnared into rejoining a pack of evil cowboys, and there's an especially jawdropping scene where an enraged Cooper strips Jack Lord (Hawaii 5-O!) down to his underwear. Good stuff...

tatiana.larina

fun fact: Gary Cooper appeared posthumously on the poster of the Solidarity in the first semi-free parliamentary election in Poland http://www.zwoje-scrolls.com/zwoje28/highnoon2.jpg

Punk-assBookJockey

Anyone else seeing flashes of a young Alec Baldwin? Especially in that first photo and the one with the pants, and the hangover one. At first I thought it was in the eyes, but now I can't really put my finger on it.

kkmmcc

"But as the phone conversation came to a close, Cooper became serious. “Papa,” he said, “I bet I beat you to the barn.” A month later, Cooper was dead."

TEARS!

Denise Louis@facebook

I enjoyed every word of this! Thank you for writing this from another Gary Cooper fan.

CowboysAndItalians

I have seen the infamous WOLF SONG scene. Awkwardly, with my boss breathing down my neck - which at least reminded me to breathe myself. I am surprised that Design for Living wasn't mentioned - as Miriam Hopkins taking on two boyfriends should hold a top slot in the Hairpin canon and am glad Anon mentioned Man of the West.

Favorite Gary image here, in a silent co-starring Fay Wray that has sadly been lost:
http://p1.la-img.com/930/16510/5467184_4_l.jpg

Jenny Samson@facebook

Great article! My intro to GC was High Noon. It has been said that every movie since High Noon borrows a degree of it's plot, if not all of it (A Clockwork Orange = High Noon! Harry Potter = High Noon! Eraserhead = High Noon! OK I was sort of kidding there with the Eraserhead allusion). I found him sexiest in Design For Living. I wanted him to get jealous and pissy over me! I could be Miriam Hopkins or Frederic March, I didn't care, I just wanted him to get ragey about sharing me. Ah, he was a dream in pants, to be sure.

tootall

He was in a lot of good films; he must have been a little engine of ambition. It would probably be eye-opening if we knew just what he did to get the chance to be a star and a star he was, but in retrospect, he just doesn't last: he was not a good enough actor.

Rebecca Luxford@twitter

@tootall The suits didn't see it, but a powerful screenwriter, Marian Something, saw his potential, and arranged a screening and invited every woman on the lot, from the lowliest wardrobe assistant on up.

The women went apeshit, and the suits realized she was right.

Coopfan

Huzzah and hooray for Hairpin's Hollywood! Awesome article; loved your asides. Saw Patricia Neal in person at a Coop centenary in NYC in '01. In describing the hopelessness of their relationship she said, "The heart wants what the heart wants." Way to turn a tired cliche into a tear-jerker. Well, I cried anyway. You left out one co-star that Coop didn't sleep with (ooooh, at least I hope not!): Shirley Temple. I love the ridiculous disparity in their heights as they stand side by side in NOW AND FOREVER. OMG -- unbelievably cute ... honor bright!

Aurora

I don't know what exactly makes Gary Cooper so irresistible. I have admired him for years. Maybe it was his perfect face and his piercing blue eyes (and other physical attributes!)combined with an underlying charisma which only he possessed. Whatever it was, it worked! He seemed to have more lovers than most men in Hollywood have had - past or present! Not too many men have this luck, whether they are famous or not. These photos are amazing. I love this Scandals of Classic Hollywood series. I plan to read each and every story!

jenergy

Can you imagine “Gary” not being a name for dads and uncles?

Nope. My dad's name is Gary. :)

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