Thursday, March 24, 2011


By Alan Caruba

I can recall, even in 1944, sitting in the cavernous theatre in my hometown, watching “National Velvet” and thinking that Elizabeth Taylor was the most beautiful girl I had ever seen. As I grew older I continued to think of her in terms of her stunning beauty, only gradually realizing that she was also an excellent actress.

She was rather fearless, taking on roles whose characters had all the human flaws of character, but who were never boring. She could be forgiven everything for being so beautiful.

Her seven marriages, twice to Richard Burton, had a tragic quality as she seemed to be on an endless search for true love. Being larger than life seemed to be a curse.

Along the way we tended to forget she had four children, ten grandchildren, and four great grandchildren. How could a goddess be a mother and grandmother? But she was and a good friend to many fellow performers.

In Hollywood where beautiful women were its stock-in-trade, Taylor endured and triumphed.

For those of her generation like myself, her death comes as a reminder of our own mortality, but her film career ensures she will live on beyond mere life.

Few actresses of her era will be recalled in a similar fashion, despite their own body of work. There were those as talented, as prolific, but none as memorable for nothing less than a face that every camera loved.

One thinks of the iconic Marilyn Monroe, but her quality was one of pure sensuality that obscured her talent whereas Taylor brought not just heat, but a seriousness to her roles that demanded that you pay attention to Maggie in “A Cat On a Hot Tin Roof”, “Night of the Iguana”, roles created by Tennessee Williams, playwright and poet.

I think my generation was fortunate to have shared its life with Elizabeth Taylor and with films of real substance such as “A Place in the Sun”, “Butterfield 8”, and “Who’s Afraid of Virginia Woolf?”

The characters she brought to life on the screen were not cartoons, but flesh and blood women. They will live on as we pay tribute to the real flesh and blood Elizabeth Taylor.

Originally posted at Al's worthy blog WARNING SIGNS © Alan Caruba

Personally, I liked her best in Cleopatra
- S.L.

Anthony and Cleopatra Act 2 Scene 2

Never; he will not:
Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale
Her infinite variety: other women cloy
The appetites they feed: but she makes hungry
Where most she satisfies; for vilest things
Become themselves in her: that the holy priests
Bless her when she is riggish


  1. NO WOMAN today in Hollywood can ever hold a candle to her...she was a truly beautiful lady that was the epitome of class and old Hollywood glamour.

  2. Loved Liz! She was a beauty.

    Age is nasty!

  3. Beyond comparison. I had that schoolboy crush when Cleopatra came out! One of the most beautiful women in the history of the world.

  4. She was also a convert to Judaism and was one of Israel`s most ardent supporters. Her wannabe peers in the entertainment world would do well to emulate her rather then the boycotts against Israel they seem to prefer.