A Star Is Born: Kirk Douglas turns 101 today
“ So much of my
life has been make-believe that the characters looked more real than the people
around me. For years I'd do three, sometimes four pictures a year. … And what
you're acting can be realer than things in your own life.” Kirk Douglas,
1988
Hollywood Royalty! Judi Dench Meets
Kirk Douglas Ahead of His 101st Birthday: 'He Is a Legend'
Kirk Douglas: ‘I never thought I’d live to 100. That’s
shocked me’
He uses a walker, and a stroke has affected
his speech, but the old charm is still there as the actor recalls his old
Hollywood friends Burt Lancaster and John Wayne – and how he was never really a
tough guy
Courtesy of https://www.theguardian.com/film/2017/feb/12/kirk-douglas-i-never-thought-id-live-to-100-thats-shocked-me
Both the house and the man are smaller than you would
expect, a result of the diminishing effects of old age that come to us all, if
we are lucky enough to live that long. Kirk Douglas, now 100 years old, and
Anne, his wife of 62 years, moved into the small bungalow in Beverly Hills
about 30 years ago when they downsized from the multiple mansions where they
had entertained friends such as Fred Astaire, Lauren Bacall and Ronald Reagan
while Frank Sinatra knocked up Italian meals in their kitchen. But if their
current home looks unprepossessing from the outside, there are extraordinary
treasures within: a Roy Lichtenstein, personally inscribed to Douglas, hangs in
the front hallway, while a Picasso and Robert Rauschenberg hang
in the living room. The house is filled with modern masterpieces, a testament
to the riches accrued by the man originally known as Issur Danielovitch – born
so poor that he regularly went hungry until his mid-20s – through his own
talent and self-forged toughness.
When Douglas himself enters the living room,
he is leaning on a walker and accompanied by one of the various nurses who care
for him and his wife around the clock. There is no question that reaching your
centenary takes it out of a man: every movement suggests effort. Most
frustrating for him, his tongue hangs heavy in his mouth, the result of a
stroke in 1996, and the once-ringing diction is now slurred. Yet to judge the
interior by the exterior proves to be a mistake. When Douglas starts talking
not even the muffling layers of age can hide his still charmingly boyish
personality, even if his body occasionally lets him down. He is, he says, “a
little tired today”, but he makes sure to look a lady straight in the eye when
he smiles.
“How do I feel in general? Ahh,” he says,
with a decidedly Jewish shrug, and during our time together he asks, anxiously
and often: “Do you understand what I’m saying?” I do, mostly. That famously
pugnacious chin is a little receded, but those familiar close-set eyes, which
he passed on to his eldest son, Michael, are bright. Michael, as it happens, is
currently staying in the guesthouse by the pool, visiting for a few days, as he
does every month. “He comes to visit the old man,” Douglas says with pride.
“I never, ever thought I would live to be
100. That’s shocked me, really. And it’s sad, too,” he adds.
There are so many friends he misses, the
downside to being the last legend standing from the golden age of Hollywood.
“I miss Burt Lancaster – we fought a lot, and
I miss him a lot. And John Wayne, even though he was a Republican and I was a
Democrat,” he says.
Wayne was similarly fond of Douglas – they
made a handful of movies together – but he was a little baffled by him. In The
Ragman’s Son, one of Douglas’s several beautifully written memoirs, he recounts
that Wayne attended a screening of Lust for Life, Douglas’s
heartfelt 1956 biopic of Vincent van Gogh, and was horrified.
“Christ, Kirk! How can you play a part like
that? There’s so few of us left. We got to play strong, tough characters. Not
those weak queers,” Wayne said.
“I tried to explain: ‘It’s all make-believe,
John. It isn’t real. You’re not really John Wayne, you know.’ He just looked at
me oddly. I had betrayed him,” Douglas writes.
It is understandable that Wayne would see
Douglas as a fellow tough guy: built like a small angry bull and with the
furious focus to match, he was perfectly cast in films such as 1949’s Champion
as the ambitious boxer Midge Kelly, and 1962’s Lonely Are the Brave – still
Douglas’s favourite – as a noble cowboy. His reputation offscreen as a stubborn
so-and-so who would fight with everyone from Stanley Kubrick to Otto Preminger
contributed to this image. But Douglas was always more interested in what lay
underneath. His acting theory, he has written, was “when you play a weak character,
find a moment when he’s strong, and when you play a strong character, find a
moment when he’s weak”. You can see this in his best performances, such as
1951’s Ace in the Hole, directed
by Billy Wilder, in which he played an amoral journalist who realises too late
he has gone too far, and also, of course, in 1960’s Spartacus, in which
he gave humanity to a legendary hero.
To watch Douglas’s performances now, some of
them more than 70 years old, it is striking how modern he seems, often more so
than many of his contemporaries, who now look rather stagey. Douglas, with his
famously intense stare juxtaposed with his relaxed delivery, looks like the
precursor to Tom Cruise at his best. “I was not a tough guy [in real life],” he
laughs. “I just acted like one.”
Never did he need more of this toughness than
when he famously, if not quite single-handedly, broke the Hollywood blacklist
(whereby those thought to have communist sympathies were denied work in the
entertainment industry). The story has been told often: Douglas hired the
blacklisted screenwriter Dalton Trumbo for Spartacus.
It is understandable that Wayne would see
Douglas as a fellow tough guy: built like a small angry bull and with the
furious focus to match, he was perfectly cast in films such as 1949’s Champion
as the ambitious boxer Midge Kelly, and 1962’s Lonely Are the Brave – still
Douglas’s favourite – as a noble cowboy. His reputation offscreen as a stubborn
so-and-so who would fight with everyone from Stanley Kubrick to Otto Preminger
contributed to this image. But Douglas was always more interested in what lay
underneath. His acting theory, he has written, was “when you play a weak
character, find a moment when he’s strong, and when you play a strong
character, find a moment when he’s weak”. You can see this in his best
performances, such as 1951’s Ace in the Hole, directed
by Billy Wilder, in which he played an amoral journalist who realises too late
he has gone too far, and also, of course, in 1960’s Spartacus, in which
he gave humanity to a legendary hero.
To watch Douglas’s performances now, some of
them more than 70 years old, it is striking how modern he seems, often more so
than many of his contemporaries, who now look rather stagey. Douglas, with his
famously intense stare juxtaposed with his relaxed delivery, looks like the
precursor to Tom Cruise at his best. “I was not a tough guy [in real life],” he
laughs. “I just acted like one.”
Never did he need more of this toughness than
when he famously, if not quite single-handedly, broke the Hollywood blacklist
(whereby those thought to have communist sympathies were denied work in the
entertainment industry). The story has been told often: Douglas hired the blacklisted
screenwriter Dalton Trumbo for Spartacus.
“Spartacus! Yes,” he says, back on track.
Wasn’t he scared that he might be destroying
his own career?
“No!” he scoffs. “It would have been very
different if I’d been older, but I was stubborn then.”
When Douglas arranged for Trumbo to have a
parking pass on the studio lot under his own name, and then included Trumbo’s
name in the film’s credits, the blacklist was effectively broken. Some,
including Trumbo’s family, have said Douglas has glorified his role a little in
his frequent retelling of the tale. When Douglas published a book on the
subject, I am Spartacus: Making a Film, Breaking the Blacklist, Trumbo’s
daughter, Melissa, said she “threw it across the room”. But whatever the full
truth, there is no doubting Douglas’s courage in letting himself be the public
face of the blacklist rebellion.
So, given his famously liberal politics and
abhorrence of political bullies, what does he think of the new US president? He
reels back as if I’d smacked his cheek.
“That’s an unfair question,” he says.
Too cruel to ask that of a lifelong Democrat?
“Let’s just say I didn’t vote for him,” he
replies.
Douglas, born when Woodrow Wilson was
president, was one of seven children and the only son of illiterate Russian Jewish
immigrants. He grew up speaking Yiddish at home in Amsterdam, New York in
almost unimaginably deprived circumstances; the family’s income came from
Douglas’s father’s daily attempts to sell scraps from a horse and buggy.
Douglas fought his way out of his circumstances with his wit and wiles: he
talked his way into a college scholarship and then baggsied another for acting
school in New York, where he became lifelong friends with another Jewish
student, Betty Perske, later better known as Lauren
Bacall. Along the way, he had to contend with an
enormous amount of antisemitism. When he started to become successful in
Hollywood, he was invited to join an exclusive tennis club. The actor Lex Barker
warned him at the time: “Of course, Kirk, you understand we can’t run a club
the way we do back east. Here we have to let in a few Jews.”
“I am
a Jew,” Douglas snapped back: he shed his Jewish name early on, but not his
roots. Today, a mezuzah is affixed to the frame of his front door, and he
credits his Jewish sense of responsibility for the fact that he has became one
of the most generous philanthropists in Hollywood (he recently donated a
further $50m (£40m) to, among others, his old college, St Lawrence University,
to help students from minority backgrounds.)
Yet, Douglas has said that it is too
simplistic to say, as many have done, that his childhood toughened him up. It
was the reverse, if anything. If he seemed like a hard-ass when he was younger,
it is because he was overcompensating: he was well into middle age before he
stopped seeing himself as the scared and bullied little boy he once was, and
his famous womanising, he thinks, was part of that. He had, he writes, “a
mother complex”: “I constantly sought from the women around me a mother
substitute.” His search certainly was constant: from Rita Hayworth to Marlene
Dietrich, it is hard to name a famous actress from the mid-20th century who
wasn’t seduced by Douglas. At one point he fretted to his analyst that he
thought he might be impotent after a disappointing encounter the night before.
“You tell me that you had sex 29 nights in a
row with different girls. On the 30th, you say you’re impotent,” his doctor
replied drily. “You know, even God rested after six days.”
Douglas has been married twice, first to
Diana, with whom he had Michael and Joel, and then to Anne, with whom he had Peter
and Eric. But it took a while for matrimony to break his stride.
“I was a bad boy,” he admits, a little
sorrowfully. “But Anne knew how to handle me.”
Indeed. Even before they married, Anne
invited all the women she knew he had slept with to a party for him in Paris.
“I couldn’t believe it when I walked in and saw the guests,” he says, laughing.
“Ah! She knows everything.”
In his multiple memoirs, he writes with self-flagellating
frequency about how his distant father let him down and how he feels he in turn
let down his four sons.
“I am so proud of Michael because he never
followed my advice. I wanted him to be a doctor or lawyer, and the first time I
saw him in a play I told him he was terrible,” Douglas laughs. “But then I saw
him a second time and I said: ‘You were wonderful!’ And I think he is very good
in everything he’s done.”
Did he ever feel competitive with Michael?
“No! Only proud,” Douglas insists. This isn’t
totally true. He was, he admits, a tough father, one who wouldn’t even let his
son win a race in the pool when he was 45 and Michael was 16.
“Geez, Dad, you were so tense, so uptight,”
Michael recalled in adulthood.
“Michael didn’t like me much after his mother
and I got divorced. It was only when he started acting that we became close,”
Douglas says regretfully.
This is also almost certainly an exaggeration
– Douglas’s books are full of stories that suggest a lifetime of closeness
between him and his boys – but Michael certainly found a way to assert himself
when he started acting. For years, Douglas’s dream film project was One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest, but he could never get it off the ground.
“So Michael asked me if he could try to
produce it, and I said: ‘Sure!’ Next thing I know, he has a director lined up
and it’s all go. So I said to him: ‘Great! When do we start rehearsing?’”
“Not you, Dad,” his son replied,
devastatingly. “You’re too old.”
“I couldn’t believe it!” Douglas says,
eyebrows shooting up into his hair. “So I said: ‘Who’s playing my part? Jack
Nicholson? Never heard of him. Well, at least it will be a flop …’”
By the 1980s, when young women approached
him, it was no longer because he was Kirk
Douglas but because he was Michael Douglas’s
father. He laughs about this now, but I suspect that, for the once legendary
swordsman, it stung a little at the time.
Michael Douglas is probably the most shining
exception to the rule that children of famous actors rarely end well if they
try to follow in their parents’ footsteps. “[Celebrities’] children, surfeited
with every indulgence, are having miserable childhoods. The daughter of a
television personality jumps out a window. A movie star’s son shoots himself.
Why? To the rest of the world it looks as if these kids were brought up with
everything,” Kirk wrote in 1988. Over the next two decades, he would have all
too many occasions to ask himself this sad question. His youngest son, Eric,
who had acted a little and struggled with addictions for years, overdosed
and died in 2004 at the
age of 46. Today, when talking about his sons, Kirk can’t quite bring himself
to say Eric’s name.
Did Douglas ever find an answer to his
question?
“Hollywood is make-believe, and that’s
confusing,” he says, but he is starting to drift and tire.
History seemed as if it was repeating itself
when Michael’s oldest son, Cameron, who had also tried acting, was arrested a
few years after his uncle’s death on drugs charges. He was
released last year after seven years of incarceration.
“Cameron is OK. He is doing so much better
now and he says he will come visit next month. He’s working on a book, you
know,” Douglas says, perking up. Douglas himself has just published his 12th
book, Kirk and Anne: Letters of Love, Laughter, and a Lifetime in Hollywood, a
collection of letters between the couple during their marriage.
Not bad to still
be publishing at the age of 100, I say.
“Yes, that’s right,” he agrees, stoutly.
One of the most
frustrating things about getting older, he says, is how out of touch he feels.
“I don’t know who any of the new stars are, and they probably don’t know me,”
he says.
Oh, I bet they
know you, I say. That makes him smile: “Well, maybe …”
Surely he’s happy
he was a star back in the golden age, not now when Hollywood is all about
special effects and sequels. He nods vigorously. “Yes, yes. I was so lucky. Now
it’s all different. Yes, very, very lucky.”
He asks if I mind
if we stop now as he is getting weary, and, of course, I say no, although I
wish we could talk all day. He gets up slowly, and with some assistance. But
before he disappears he pats my arm and looks up at me.
“We’ll talk longer
next time,” he promises.
I can’t wait.
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