Recently watched: tantalizingly lurid and trashy melodrama Love Has Many Faces (1965) starring 44-year old screen diva Lana Turner at the height of her mature glamour. The steamy action is set in sun-drenched Acapulco amidst the amoral la dolce vita milieu of the jaded idle rich, where tanned half-naked gigolos ply their trade on the beach to sex-starved affluent society matrons. (In this realm, it's women who buy the services of male prostitutes, not other men). The hedonistic idyll is abruptly interrupted when Billy Andrews, one of these beach boys-for-hire, washes-up dead on the shore. Was he murdered? Did he commit suicide? A bracelet on his wrist (engraved “Love is Thin Ice”) links him to married 40-something heiress and playgirl, Kit Jordan (Turner).
/ Pete (Cliff Robertson) and Kit (Lana Turner) pouting through the pain aboard their yacht. Note Robertson's safari leisure suit - so atomic-era. Note too the glasses of brandy: this duo continuously knocks back brandy (in the blazing heat on the beach!) as if their lives depend on it. Taking a sip each time they do would be a fun drinking game. Interesting: in real life Turner was reportedly a hard drinker, but onscreen her drunks scenes are wildly unconvincing /
/ Portrait of a marriage /
The all-star cast screams "1965": buff Cliff Robertson as Turner’s ex-hustler husband (Robertson, of course, tormented another older diva - Joan Crawford - years earlier in Autumn Leaves), gravel-voiced Ruth Roman (she gives Love’s earthiest, most nuanced performance as a horny middle-aged tourist. Years later she would make a vivid impression as the butch, growling bewigged mother in freaky exploitation film The Baby), god-like furry-chested Hugh O’Brien as wolfish veteran gigolo Hank (he spends most of the film virtually naked and is a sight to behold. His motto is “Always treat a tramp like a lady and a lady like a tramp”) and Stefanie Powers in her early ingenue starlet years.
/ Margot (Ruth Roman) cops a feel of Hank (Hugh O’Brien). Can you blame her?! /
/ Above: A tousled, post-coital Ruth Roman as Margot /
Mainly, though, Love is a star vehicle for Turner: as troubled socialite Kit, she gets to suffer, emote and hide a painful secret, drink and smoke too much, wear sunglasses, dramatically ascend and descend a spectacular staircase, impatiently snap orders at servants in Spanish and repeatedly changes clothes (her garish Edith Head-designed wardrobe was one of the film’s major draws and cost an estimated $1 million). Turner's fellow actors’ close-ups are in crisp normal focus, but when the camera cuts to Turner, the lens is abruptly misty with Vaseline or gauze. No one over-acts quite like Lana Turner. Is she awful or majestic? She’s certainly always undeniably compelling.
/ Lana - shimmering in soft focus /
/ Poor Stefanie Powers doesn't stand a chance: you barely notice her when she shares a scene with the majestic Turner /
/ Below: a sampling of Turner's much-ballyhooed Edith Head-designed "Million Dollar Wardrobe" in Love Has Many Faces /
/ Fascinating five-minute behind-the-scenes"featurette" about Turner's wardrobe, narrated by Edith Head /
Seen today, the unapologetic and overt focus on bronzed and oiled male flesh is eye-popping. Love needs to be embraced by modern audiences as an LGBTQ camp classic! While all the romantic interludes depicted are strictly hetero, it’s difficult to imagine a queerer movie emerging from mainstream Golden Age Hollywood. (Well, considering this is 1965, this is Golden Age Hollywood in its protracted agonizing death throes). In fact, there’s so much outrageously homoerotic beefcake worship in Love Has Many Faces it suggests Bob Mizer of Athletic Model Guild was some kind of consultant or adviser! In addition to women looking to luxuriate in a weepy deluxe melodrama, I suspect the audience was full of connoisseurs of firm male flesh and “confirmed bachelors.”
/ MILFS gone wild! Cougars on the loose! Sex tourists Margot (Ruth Roman) and Irene (Virginia Grey), hungrily eyeing up the local talent and out of their depths in Acapulco. (Note the sliced lemon motif on Irene's sunhat). Do these two actually represents gay men? Let's have a heated debate! /
/ Love for Sale: cynical hustler Hank and his smooth-skinned, younger and more naive twink colleague Chuck (Ron Husmann). Their scenes together sizzle with repressed homoeroticism. Regrettably, they never once kiss /
/ Kiss! For the love of god - kiss! /
(I know virtually nothing about the director of Love Has Many Faces, Alexander Singer (who's still alive at 91). But his very skimpy Wikipedia page alerted me that his debut film was the steamy, intenses low-budget 1961 sexploitation film A Cold Wind in August, in which the excellent Lola Albright plays a 30-something stripper infatuated with a cute 17-year old thug. Alexander Singer has suddenly shot up in my estimation! It was John Waters' praise of A Cold Wind in August in his book Crackpot that led me to seek it out years ago. Sadly, it's very difficult film to see. Come on, Criterion - bring out a digitally remastered director's cut Blu-ray of this essential movie!).
/ Above: Lola Albright in A Cold Wind in August (1961) /
The storyline is inconsequential soap opera (by the end I was still unclear whether Billy was murdered or committed suicide. It ultimately didn’t seem to matter very much). Singer's direction is frequently indifferent and the pace can drag. But then things build to a totally unexpected climax involving a charging bull (!) that is genuinely jolting and surreal. You will rub your eyes in disbelief! Another bonus: Turner’s palatial beach house is minimalist atomic-era “Tiki moderne” heaven. The most lingering impressions left by Love Has Many Faces is Turner at her most histrionic and the sight of Hugh O'Brien in his revealing bathing suit.
/ Glimpses of Turner's sumptuous beach house. She makes maximum use of that spectacular staircase for dramatic moments. And check out her zebra-print robe! /
Further reading:
Comprehensive and excellent analysis of Love Has Many Faces here.
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