so much love and respect and admiration for young feminists. teenage feminists that are learning and sharing their knowledge and speaking up. that takes a kind of courage i never had as a teenager. it’s already scary as fuck being a teenage girl and when you add feminism to the mix, like…god. you girls are so badass i love all of you
岡本三丁目の坂 (by yskark)
Rest in Peace William Powell (July 29, 1892 – March 5, 1984)
In March of 1929, when Powell was just beginning his transition from supporting actor to leading man, Photoplay magazine published an article accusing him of stealing every film from his co-stars. In the article he was quick to disagree, maintaining that there was no such thing as “picture stealing”. However, some of his friends and fellow actors offered a different perspective.
"Bill a picture stealer? Of course. He can’t help it. He characterizes so perfectly, studies and prepares for each part he plays. He can’t help but attract the most favorable attention. Why, I know that if Bill were playing a crook, a down-at-the-heel, dirty bum, and he had to appear in a close-up — just a head close-up, mind you — he would see to it that his nails were grimy and unpolished, that his heels were run over and his shoes soiled. And none of those things would appear in the picture. It is Bill’s honesty with himself, his desire to portray perfectly whatever he sets out to play, that prompts him to be so meticulous in his characterizations." — Richard Barthelmess
"I was seated at a desk in one scene of ‘The Last Command’ when I first met Bill Powell. This man came through the door. It was Bill. He was a radical in the picture. I was of the nobility. Instantly I felt ‘here is a man with a soul.’ It shone from his eyes. He walked towards me and I felt that he was a brother actor. He is a kindred spirit. The first kindred spirit with which I have worked since coming to America. It is something from the Lord, that which Bill has. A gift of God. But in addition to this divine gift, Bill is human. That is the combination which makes him a great actor. He is also of the earth. You do not see his face, his eyes, as much as you are aware of his soul when you watch him on the screen. They made of him a villain. And he had the soul of a hero. It is too bad. But it is so. In a year, I think Bill Powell will be the foremost character actor on the screen. Picture stealer he may be, but it all unconscious. He feels his parts because he wants to make them live. That is the way with all great actors. And Bill is one." — Emil Jannings
Once in Munich he refused to go into a screening of The General. Raymond [Rohauer] and I went to the opening night, but he stayed back in the hotel. It was a roaring success. I think it was just that he didn’t want to be disappointed. […] And he hated crowds bearing down on him. He was paralyzed by crowds. He’d panic and want to run away sometimes. You can see that in his face when This Is Your Life surprised him with a live television show about him. That was in 1957, I think, just before The Buster Keaton Story was released. You can tell he hardly knows what to do or say.