some time ago I mentiond here that historically a personal antidote to depression has been watching "I Love Lucy" reruns or a Carmen Miranda movie. & in yesterday's comments the Brazilian Bombshell came up again.
those who have copies of Gildzen at 50 have seen the photo of me placing a banana on Carmen's grave 21 years ago. on that trip to Rio I also visitd a musuem devoted to her & purchasd an album of her songs.
2 years after that I took the Grave Line Tour in Hollywood.
the limo pickd us up on a side street next to Grauman's Chinese which I think disappeard when the Hollywood & Highland construction took place. we were driven to spots where stars died. this was the house in Beverly Hills where Carmen died.
in 1998 I visitd the new Carmen Miranda Square at Hollywood Blvd & Orange. the woman lives on & never fails to cheer me.
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I had never really seen footage of her until recently. I liked her self-confidence. A lot like Lucy, too, I guess ... laughing all the way to the bank (apparently she was the highest-paid female entertainer).
I crave "dumbness" in others (I liked Charo, too), a self-mocking energy which, like Shakespeare's comedies, is the best drama.
I remember reading Hollywood Babylon II and (pg. 275) seeing her "natural air conditioning" photo, dancing panti-less with Cesar Romero (whose trousers did not let the reader know if he was flying commando or not).
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