L a - b e a u t é - s a u v e r a - l e - m o n d e ~ D o s t o ï e v s k i

L a - b e a u t é - s a u v e r a - l e - m o n d e  ~  D o s t o ï e v s k i



Showing posts with label Laurence Olivier. Show all posts
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Sunday, October 2, 2016

Vivien Leigh as Lady Hamilton, costumes by René Hubert, 1941



Called "That Hamilton Woman" in the United States and "Lady Hamilton" in Great Britain, the film was Leigh's third film to be made in Hollywood, and her third (and final) film with her very new husband Laurence Olivier; their respective spouses having belatedly agreed to divorces, the two were married on 30 August 1940 and filming took place in September and October. Produced on a tight budget, shooting was completed in a rushed five weeks, and only a few months later the couple returned home to an England at war with Germany. Their film, based on the lives of Lord Horatio Nelson, the great naval foe of Napoléon, and his mistress, Lady Emma Hamilton, was produced and directed by Alexander Korda during his enforced stay in Hollywood and, with its historical parallels, was a not so subtle call of support for the beleaguered British. (The United States wouldn't enter the war until after the attack on Pearl Harbor at the end of 1941.) Someone who would have had exactly no problem with the distinct whiff of propaganda was British Prime Minister Winston Churchill; it's been widely reported that this was his very favorite film, and that he eventually viewed it more than eighty times.

The gorgeous "Lord Nelson" gown. Lady Hamilton has been performing at a celebration for Nelson, hence the "N" on her necklace...
... and in her hair.
The "N" pendant of her necklace is matched by those of her earrings.
Happily, it appears that the original gown has survived.
Wearing the Nelson gown, Leigh posed for a slightly satirical take on the intense working conditions of the "Hollywood Machine".

The wonderful scene of the ravishing Leigh/Emma running to meet Olivier/Nelson; the wildly romantic glamour of the thing more than a little dulled by my sadly blurry capture.