Because you can’t appreciate the Humoresque sweet without having to taste Humoresque sour, and because I can never get enough Joan Crawford (particularly until I’ve finished reading David Bret’s epically salacious Joan Crawford: Hollywood Martyr) here’s Joan Crawford’s Helen Wright shedding a single tear of profoundly agonized longing for her violinist lover, Paul Boray (John Garfield). He’s playing the Liebestod from Richard Wagner’s Tristan und Isolde, she’s drowning her sorrows as she listens to him on the radio, and my head’s exploding from having a moment appeal to the Crawford queen AND the opera queen in me.
ANYWAYS, when Bret isn’t writing about Joan being a total slut or being a giant fag hag to all of classic Hollywood (because in David Bret’s interpretation classic Hollywood, everybody’s at least sorta a ‘mo), he’s writing about her different iterations throughout her career: the Dancer, the Shopgirl, etc. Helen Wright is one of Joan’s finest Martyr roles, so am I going to have to risk carpal tunnel to get you to experience Joan’s most operatic moment of martyrdom? I should hope not, but just like Joan, we all have my crosses to bare, and this just might be one of them.
Oh, and don’t hesitate to click to enlarge and appreciate the fabulousness of it all.