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Glenn Ford serving as a pallbearer at Rita Hayworth’s funeral on May 18, 1987
Knowing that Columbia Pictures head Harry Cohn had their dressing rooms bugged so he could keep track of his stars, Rita and Glenn decided to give him something to worry about while filming Gilda. Most days, after filming, she would invite Ford to her dressing room for a drink, prompting Cohn to call her every fifteen minutes to demand to know what was going on.
Glenn Ford’s son, Peter, insists that his father always carried a torch for Rita. He kept her picture on the table near his bed for most of his life.
The Most Unforgettable Screen Romances of the Studio Era: Leading Couples (TCM)
You couldn’t help but fall in love with Rita. She was such a lovely person but so miserable. I lent a sympathetic ear, and she trusted me because she knew I cared for her and wouldn’t let anyone hurt her. You wanted to do whatever you could to make her feel less unhappy.
— Glenn Ford
When I came back from the service, I couldn’t get a job anywhere. Most of us who had been gone were forgotten and new faces had taken over. Very fortunately, I met Bette Davis who, over Warner’s objections, said “I want this man” and she got me the male lead on Stolen Life and got me started again.
-Glenn Ford
Gilda – written by a woman, starring a woman, produced by a woman – suggests that women know better than men what men are looking at when men look at women. They know that such looking – a function of blindness – is not seeing. In effect, Rita Hayworth exists fantastically for Macready and Ford within the so-called “male gaze”. She is created by their looking, a form of ideological hypnosis, or blindness, or stupidity, perhaps crucial to the perpetuation of human society as it presently exists. In the movie, the male gaze keeps two men fixated on a woman rather than each other. Outside the movie, in real life, Rita Hayworth was the fixation of millions of men in the armed services, their favorite “pinup girl”. An erotic icon, she kept our boys straight.
From The Zipper by Leonard Michaels
(Day 14) (last day) My first film noir
I don’t remember how old I was, maybe I was 10, or 12. I just really remember a woman being thrown a hot pot of coffee at her face, and maybe a man being upset that his wife was killed. I’ve never really been a big Glenn Ford fan, I find his films kind of boring, but I pretty sure I recall decent vibes from his performance in this film.
Several years ago I went on IMDB asking people what film was this? I then gave the description of a woman being thrown a pot of coffee at her face and I got a response. I love IMDB and i’m about to ask people for another film i’m trying to remember.
