I'm not kind, I'm vicious. It's the secret of my charm.

Remembering Linda Darnell on the anniversary of her death.

October 16th 1923 — April 10th 1965

Remembering Linda Darnell on the anniversary of her death.

(October 16th 1923 — April 10th 1965)

“The ravages of time no longer terrify me. I am told that when surface beauty is gone, the real woman emerges.”

Remembering Linda Darnell on the anniversary of her death.

October 16th 1923 — April 10th 1965

“A sweeter girl never lived.” - Henry Hathaway

Remembering Laird Cregar on the anniversary of his death.

(July 28th 1913 — December 9th 1944)

“…One of the truly great young actors [the] stage has produced in the last ten years.” – John Barrymore

Remembering Laird Cregar on the anniversary of his death.

(July 28th 1913 — December 9th 1944)

“Laird was an extraordinary man… He was a wonderful actor and died much too young.” - Vincent Price

Remembering Laird Cregar on the anniversary of his death.

July 28th 1913 — December 9th 1944

“Laird was a classy fellow … [who] was magic to direct in [The Lodger], to say the least.” - John Brahm

Remembering Laird Cregar on the anniversary of his death.

July 28th 1913 — December 9th 1944

“If anything happens, I don’t want any grieving. I’ve done the two things I wanted most. I’ve been on the stage and I’ve been on the screen.”

Remembering Laird Cregar on his birthday.

28th July 1913 — 9th December 1944

“Laird was a barrel of talent. He was a joyous actor to watch. Laird had such richness of spirit; he just bounced all over the place! He was really something. Hell, when word got out that Laird was doing a scene, everyone on or near the lot showed up to watch.” - Marc Lawrence

Remembering Laird Cregar on his birthday.

28th July 1913 — 9th December 1944

“I never wanted to be anything but an actor… There have been times, though, when I’ve wished my ambition wasn’t so firmly fixed.”

Remembering Laird Cregar on his birthday.

(28th July 1913 — 9th December 1944)

“I’ve driven friends and relations crazy since I can remember. I used to spend hours making faces in the mirror then run out and say, ‘What’s this face?’ to anyone I could nab… In Philadelphia, where I grew up, they thought I was mad.”