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Joan Blondell

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Rose Joan Blondell (August 30, 1906 – December 25, 1979) was an American actres who performed in movies and on television for five decades as Joan Blondell.
After winning a beauty pageant, Blondell embarked upon a film career. Establishing herself as a sexy wisecracking blonde, she was a pre-Code staple of Warner Brothers and appeared in more than 100 movies and television productions. She was most active in films during the 1930s, and during this time she co-starred with Glenda Farrell in nine films, in which the duo portrayed gold-diggers. Blondell continued acting for the rest of her life, often in small character roles or supporting television roles. She was nominated for an Academy Award for Best Supporting Actress for her work in The Blue Veil (1951).
Blondell was seen in featured roles in two films released shortly before her death from leukemia, Grease (1978) and the remake of The Champ (1979).


Early life

Blondell was born to a vaudeville family in New York City. Her father, known as Eddie Joan Blondell, Jr., was born in Indiana in 1866 to French parents, and was a vaudeville comedian and one of the original Katzenjammer Kids. Blondell's mother was Kathryn ("Katie") Cain, born April 13, 1884, in Brooklyn, of Irish American parents. Her younger sister, Gloria Blondell, also an actress, was briefly married to film producer Albert R. "Cubby" Broccoli (the future producer of the James Bond film series) and bears an extremely strong resemblance to her older sister, Joan. Blondell also had a brother, the namesake of her father and grandfather. Her cradle was a property trunk as her parents moved from place to place and she made her first appearance on stage at the age of four months when she was carried on in a cradle as the daughter of Peggy Astaire in The Greatest Love.
Joan had spent a year in Honolulu (1914-15)  and six years in Australia and seen much of the world by the time her family, who had been on tour, settled in Dallas, Texas when she was a teenager. Under the name Rosebud Blondell, she won the 1926 Miss Dallas pageant and placed fourth for Miss America in Atlantic City, New Jersey, in September of that same year. She attended what is now the University of North Texas, then a teacher's college, in Denton, where her mother was a local stage actress, and she worked as a fashion model, a circus hand, and a clerk in a New York store. Around 1927, she returned to New York, joined a stock company to become an actress, and performed on Broadway. In 1930, she starred with James Cagney in Penny Arcade.

Career


Blondell in the trailer for the 1932 film Three on a Match
Penny Arcade only lasted three weeks, but Al Jolson saw it and bought the rights to the play for $20,000. He then sold the rights to Warner Brothers with the proviso that Blondell and Cagney be cast in the film version. Placed under contract by Warners, she moved to Hollywood where studio boss Jack Warner wanted her to change her name to "Inez Holmes", but Blondell refused. She began to appear in short subjects, and was named as one of the WAMPAS Baby Stars in 1931.
Blondell was paired with James Cagney in such films as Sinners' Holiday (1930) – the film version of Penny Arcade– and The Public Enemy (1931), and was one half of a gold-digging duo with Glenda Farrell in nine films. During the Great Depression, Blondell was one of the highest paid individuals in the United States. Her stirring rendition of "Remember My Forgotten Man" in the Busby Berkeley production of Gold Diggers of 1933, in which she co-starred with Dick Powell and Ruby Keeler, became an anthem for the frustrations of the unemployed and the government's failed economic policies. (Even though she was cast in many of the classic Warners musicals, she was not a singer, and in the Forgotten Man number, she mostly talked and acted her way through the song.) In 1937, she starred opposite Errol Flynn in The Perfect Specimen.

This 1932 promotional photo of Blondell was later banned under the now unenforceable Motion Picture Production Code.
By the end of the decade, she had made nearly fifty films, despite having left Warner Bros. in 1939. Continuing to work regularly for the rest of her life, Blondell was well received in her later films, despite being relegated to character and supporting roles after the mid-1940s. She was billed below the title for the first time in fourteen years in 1945 in the film Adventure, which starred Clark Gable and Greer Garson). She received an Academy Award for Best Supporting Actress nomination for her role in The Blue Veil (1951). She was also featured prominently in A Tree Grows in Brooklyn (1945); Nightmare Alley (1947); The Opposite Sex (1956), which paired her with ex-husband Dick Powell's wife, June Allyson; Desk Set (1957); and Will Success Spoil Rock Hunter? (1957). She received considerable acclaim for her performance as Lady Fingers in Norman Jewison's The Cincinnati Kid (1965), garnering a Golden Globe nomination and National Board of Review win for Best Supporting Actress. John Cassavetes cast her as a cynical, aging playwright in his film Opening Night (1977). Blondell was widely seen in two films released not long before her death, Grease (1978) and the remake of The Champ (1979) with Jon Voight and Rick Schroder.
Blondell also guest starred in various television programs, including three episodes in 1963 as the character "Aunt Win" of the CBS sitcom The Real McCoys, starring Walter Brennan and Richard Crenna. She appeared in a 1964 episode "What's in the Box?" of The Twilight Zone. She guest starred in the episode "You're All Right, Ivy" of Jack Palance's circus drama, The Greatest Show on Earth, which aired on ABC in the 1963—1964 television season. Her co-stars in the segment were Joe E. Brown and Buster Keaton. In 1965, she was in the running to replace Vivian Vance as Lucille Ball's sidekick on the hit CBS television comedy series The Lucy Show. Unfortunately, after filming her second guest appearance as 'Joan Brenner' (Lucy's new friend from California), Blondell walked off the set right after the episode had completed filming when Ball humiliated her by harshly criticizing her performance in front of the studio audience and technicians.

With Cagney in Footlight Parade (1933)
Blondell continued working on television. In 1968, she guest-starred on the CBS sitcom Family Affair, starring Brian Keith. She also replaced Bea Benaderet, who was ill, for one episode on the CBS series Petticoat Junction. In that installment, Blondell played FloraBelle Campbell, a lady visitor to Hooterville, who had once dated Uncle Joe (Edgar Buchanan) and Sam Drucker (Frank Cady). That same year, Blondell co-starred in the ABC western series Here Come the Brides, set in the Pacific Northwest of the 19th century. Her co-stars included singer Bobby Sherman and actor-singer David Soul. Blondell received two consecutive Emmy nominations for outstanding continued performance by an actress in a dramatic series for her role as Lottie Hatfield.
In 1972, she had an ongoing supporting role in the NBC series Banyon as Peggy Revere, who operated a secretarial school in the same building as Banyon's detective agency. This was a 1930s period action drama starring Robert Forster in the titular role. Her students worked in Banyon's office, providing fresh faces for the show weekly. The series was replaced mid-season.
Blondell has a star on the Hollywood Walk of Fame for her contribution to Motion Pictures, at 6309 Hollywood Boulevard. In December 2007, the Museum of Modern Art in New York City mounted a retrospective of Blondell's films in connection with a new biography by film professor Matthew Kennedy and theatrical revival houses such as Film Forum in Manhattan have also projected many of her films recently.

Personal life


from the trailer for the film Broadway Gondolier (1935)
Blondell was married three times, first to cinematographerGeorge Barnes in a private wedding ceremony on 4 January 1933 at the First Presbyterian Church in Phoenix, Arizona. They had one child — Norman S. Powell, who became an accomplished producer, director, and television executive — and divorced in 1936. On 19 September 1936, she married her second husband, actor, director, and singer Dick Powell. They had a daughter, Ellen Powell, who became a studio hair stylist, and Powell adopted her son by her previous marriage. Blondell and Powell were divorced on 14 July 1944.
On July 5, 1947, Blondell married her third husband, producerMike Todd, whom she divorced in 1950. Her marriage to Todd was an emotional and financial disaster. She once accused him of holding her outside a hotel window by her ankles. He was also a heavy spender who lost hundreds of thousands of dollars gambling (high-stakes bridge was one of his weaknesses) and went through a controversial bankruptcy during their marriage. An often-repeated myth is that Mike Todd "dumped" Joan Blondell for Elizabeth Taylor—when, in fact, Blondell left Todd of her own accord years before he met Taylor.

Death

Blondell died of leukemia in Santa Monica, California, on Christmas Day 1979 at the age of 73 with her children and her sister at her bedside. She is interred in the Forest Lawn Memorial Park Cemetery in Glendale, California.
She wrote a novel titled Center Door Fancy (New York: Delacorte Press, 1972), which was a thinly disguised autobiography with veiled references to June Allyson and Dick Powell. This list of Blondell's feature-film appearance is believed to be complete. The Office Wife (1930) Sinners' Holiday (1930) Other Men's Women (1931) Millie (1931) Illicit (1931) God's Gift to Women (1931) The Public Enemy (1931) My Past (1931) Big Business Girl (1931) Night Nurse (1931) The Reckless Hour (1931) Blonde Crazy (1931) Union Depot (1932) The Greeks Had a Word for Them (1932) The Crowd Roars (1932) The Famous Ferguson Case (1932) Make Me a Star (1932) Miss Pinkerton (1932) Big City Blues (1932) Three on a Match (1932) Central Park (1932) Lawyer Man (1933) Broadway Bad (1933) Blondie Johnson (1933) Gold Diggers of 1933 (1933) Goodbye Again (1933) Footlight Parade (1933) Havana Widows (1933) Convention City (1933) I've Got Your Number (1934) He Was Her Man (1934) Smarty (1934) Dames (1934) Kansas City Princess (1934) Traveling Saleslady (1935) Broadway Gondolier (1935) We're in the Money (1935) Miss Pacific Fleet (1935) Colleen (1936) Sons o' Guns (1936) Bullets or Ballots (1936) Stage Struck (1936) Three Men on a Horse (1936) Gold Diggers of 1937 (1936) The King and the Chorus Girl (1937) Back in Circulation (1937) The Perfect Specimen (1937) Stand-In (1937) There's Always a Woman (1938) Off the Record (1939) East Side of Heaven (1939) The Kid from Kokomo (1939) Good Girls Go to Paris (1939) The Amazing Mr. Williams (1939) Two Girls on Broadway (1940) I Want a Divorce (1940) Topper Returns (1941) Model Wife (1941) Three Girls About Town (1941) Lady for a Night (1942) Cry 'Havoc' (1943) A Tree Grows In Brooklyn (1945) Don Juan Quilligan (1945) Adventure (1945) The Corpse Came C.O.D. (1947) Nightmare Alley (1947) Christmas Eve (1947) For Heaven's Sake (1950) The Blue Veil (1951) The Opposite Sex (1956) Lizzie (1957) Desk Set (1957) This Could Be the Night (1957) Will Success Spoil Rock Hunter? (1957) Angel Baby (1961) Advance to the Rear (1964) The Cincinnati Kid (1965) Ride Beyond Vengeance (1966) Waterhole#3 (1967) Stay Away, Joe (1968) Kona Coast (1968) Big Daddy (1969) The Phynx (1970) Support Your Local Gunfighter! (1971) "The Dead Don't Die" (1975) Won Ton Ton, the Dog Who Saved Hollywood (1976) The Baron (1977) Opening Night (1977) Grease (1978) The Bastard (1978) The Rebels (1979) The Champ (1979) The Glove (1979) The Woman Inside (1981) Short subjects The Heart Breaker (1930) Broadway's Like That (1930) The Devil's Parade (1930) An Intimate Dinner in Celebration of Warner Bros. Silver Jubilee (1930) How I Play Golf, by Bobby Jones; No. 10: Trouble Shots (1931) Just Around the Corner (1933) Hollywood Newsreel (1934) Meet the Stars#2: Baby Stars (1941) The Cincinnati Kid Plays According to Hoyle (1965)

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Report: Donna Summer’s Daughters Fighting Over Her Money!

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*After the tragic death of singing diva, Donna Summer, there’s a classic battle royal over the huge fortune she left behind.
Two of her three daughters, Mimi, 39 and Brooklyn, 31, are now throwing blows to see who is going to win most of the $75 million fortune, according to the National Enquirer.
The ladies have different fathers, which may explain the ordeal a bit. Donna and her husband Bruce Sudano are the parents to Brooklyn and Amanda, 28, while German actor Helmut Sommer, who is Donna’s ex husband, is the father of Mimi.
A source says that the family began fighting very close to the singer’s passing.


“Donna was barely gone before Mimi and Brooklyn began battling over how much money they should get,” said an insider.
“Mimi thinks she should get the most because she is first born, but Brooklyn made it clear that she and her sister Amanda should get more. “Poor Bruce is still very upset over Donna’s passing, and the last thing he needs to deal with is the daughters fighting over the money – especially since Donna left it all to him, and he is being generous by agreeing to share it. “Amanda is sweet and is sympathetic to Bruce. She keeps telling her sisters to stop being so greedy and give him space to grieve before making him go through all the finances.”
Donna died on May 17 at the age of 63 after losing a 10-month battle against lung cancer.

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Joan Collins


Interview Joan Collins

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Joan Henrietta Collins, OBE, granny, and timeless star of stage and screen, is still very much in her prime, thank you, and looks even more fabulous in person than in the pages of the glossy magazines she’s been frequenting for more than 60 years.
She also turns out to be warm, funny and wonderfully combative, particularly when conversation turns to her recent run-ins with, among others, the film star Toby Stephens (‘what a c***!’); the ‘disgusting’ Left-wing protestors who disrupted Baroness Thatcher’s funeral (at which she was a guest), and the ‘bloody stupid’ political correctness brigade attempting to outlaw the word ‘actress’.
‘How dare they! I mean, how dare these people say I must use the phrase “female actor” to talk about what I’ve been doing for most of my adult life,’ she declares. ‘How dare they try to tell me that “actress” is sexist!’
Like many a veteran of her trade, Joan’s a great raconteur. In fact, our 90 minutes together is jollified by a succession of zingers, put-downs and fruity anecdotes from her deliciously eventful career in the public eye.

She’s particularly indiscreet when discussing the five husbands and (by my count) roughly three dozen boyfriends clocked up during a soap opera love life ‘fuelled by pheromones and hormones’, which has been filling gossip pages since the Fifties.
But first: lunch. At Joan’s request, we meet at San Lorenzo, a hideously expensive Italian restaurant near her flat in London’s well-to-do Knightsbridge.
The place is full of foliage, expensive artwork and pleasantly obsequious waiters. It used to be one of Princess Diana’s favourite haunts, so (much like our Joan) became hugely fashionable in the Eighties. In recent years (again, like Joan) it has come to be regarded as a venerable British institution.

She’s carrying a voluminous designer handbag and a snakeskin-covered iPhone on which she regularly dispenses such pearls of wisdom as: ‘People who twerk look like a berk!’ to her tribe of 110,000 Twitter followers.
Also in tow is Joan’s beloved husband, Percy Gibson, a handsome half-Peruvian theatre producer who at 48 is 32 years her junior (‘if he dies, he dies!’ she once quipped in relation to their age gap).
Shortly after I arrive - and having checked she’s sitting comfortably - he beats a polite retreat.
Joan and Percy met when he produced a touring play she appeared in back in 2001. She ‘thought he was attractive, but didn’t fancy him at first’, she recalls. ‘So we became friends long before we became lovers.’
Joan's beloved husband, Percy Gibson, is a handsome half-Peruvian theatre producer who at 48 is 32 years her junior
Joan's beloved husband, Percy Gibson, is a handsome half-Peruvian theatre producer who at 48 is 32 years her junior

Things didn’t turn romantic until several months into the tour, after she had sent Percy to buy some eyeliner. He came back with mascara. ‘You can’t be gay then!’ she told him.
A few months later, they were married. It’s been 11 years now; longer than any of Joan’s four previous hubbies lasted. So what’s Percy’s secret?
‘He’s just much nicer than all the other ones,’ she replies, in that magisterial, stage-schooled voice that will be familiar to viewers of any of the 118 films and TV shows on her CV.
‘Really, Percy’s just a great bloke, a really nice bloke. Everybody adores him. My children worship him, and the grandchildren, and my sister (bonk-buster novelist Jackie) and brother (Bill, a businessman). We all just think he’s a really wonderful, kind, giving man.
‘I don’t want to sound maudlin, but he’s changed my life.’
These days, Percy is part husband, part professional collaborator (he’s the impresario behind the one-woman stage show she takes round British and American theatres every now and then) and part personal assistant.
He advises Joan on upcoming projects and runs their portfolio of homes: flats in New York, Los Angeles and London, and a large pink villa in the South of France.
They certainly share a glamorous existence. Last month, Joan and Percy were summering at the villa, which is near St Tropez.
By day, they played poker with Julian Clary, his boyfriend Ian, and a rolling cast of house guests.
By night, they were partying with model Kate Moss and artist Tracey Emin in the clubs and restaurants of ‘St Trop’, pausing only to record the occasions for posterity on ‘selfie’ photographs Joan uploaded to her Twitter feed.
One afternoon, they posed by the swimming pool for Hello! magazine, in delightfully camp ‘his and hers’ patterned shirts. Later, they shot a family portrait with Joan’s beloved grandchildren. Her social worker daughter Tara Newley has a girl and a boy, while artist son Sacha has a girl.
Earlier this month, it was back to London (‘farewell to paradise’, Joan tweeted) before a whistle-stop trip to New York, LA and Boston, where Joan’s youngest daughter, writer Katy Kass, lives.
The only clouds on Joan’s horizon, in all this time, were an unplanned visit by a French burglar (Percy is handling the insurance claim) and an encounter with some paparazzi in St Tropez, who sold ‘a bunch of [swimsuit] pictures of me on a boat’.
She also endured a minor public spat with Toby Stephens, who wrote an ungallant newspaper article recalling his time - as a drama student - taking tickets at a West End theatre where Collins was starring in a production of Noel Coward’s Private Lives.
‘She just wafted around the stage being Joan Collins,’ Stephens recalled of her performance, adding that she ‘came in on a wave of hair lacquer’.
Several weeks on, the jibe still resonates. ‘Toby Stephens. What a c***!’ Joan declares. ‘It was terribly unnecessary. One of the rules about being an actor or an actress is that you never diss other actors or actresses; particularly when you don’t know them.’ 


Enter a waiter. Joan orders a glass of fresh lime juice and a salad that consists of a chunk of mozzarella, a tomato and a whole avocado (with extra dressing, served on the side in a small jug).
This, it emerges, represents her entire meal.
‘I eat an avocado every day,’ she informs me. ‘It’s amazing for your skin. It’s one of the super-foods and I’m just so into eating properly and healthily.’
Joan almost never touches meat, since it’s ‘full of hormones and hardly digestible’. She ‘isn’t mad’ about fish, so lives on ‘a lot of vegetables and fruit’. She further keeps trim by taking a bit of light exercise every day and keeping her face out of the sun.
It may sound a touch joyless. But, in purely aesthetic terms, this regime also happens to work - for it goes without saying that Joan looks terrific.
She turned 80 this year, but has never lost the sparkle which, as a teenage swimsuit model, catapulted her from modest background (her father, Joseph, was a moderately successful London theatrical agent) to Hollywood stardom.
‘I was voted the most beautiful girl in the world in 1958, and courted by every young, available man in Los Angeles, most of whom I didn’t go out with, by the way.’
Dripping in jewellery, she still has the glamour-puss smile and the whirlpool eyes of old, and is still able to do the splits, she thinks - ‘though I haven’t tried for a while’.
She turned 80 this year, but has never lost the sparkle which, as a teenage swimsuit model, catapulted her from modest background to Hollywood stardom
She turned 80 this year, but has never lost the sparkle which, as a teenage swimsuit model, catapulted her from modest background to Hollywood stardom

In the flesh, Joan could pass for a woman decades younger - despite, as she often observes, having never gone under the surgeon’s knife.
‘I’ve never had plastic surgery. Come to think of it, I’ve never had hip surgery, knee surgery or a boob-job.
‘I have a needle phobia. I mean, I had Botox once. I’ll admit to that. But it was agony. And it also happens to make you look awful. It’s why a lot of actresses today just look ridiculous.’
Joan’s sole concession to vanity is a carefully applied layer of make-up (an assistant once said: ‘I never wear make-up, but at the end of a day with Joan, I’m caked with it’) and an extensive collection of wigs.
‘People think I wear wigs all the time,’ she tells me. ‘Well, I don’t. But I do wear them when I go out to an event, because getting my hair like it looks right now takes two and a half hours and I usually don’t have the patience to sit under the drier for that long.’
Joan fails to see why hair extensions are ‘accepted’, whereas ‘wigs carry a stigma. I find it very strange; a double standard’.
As if to underline the point, she’s launching a range of own-brand wigs in a host of mostly bouffant styles. Yours for roughly £100 each. It’s called the Joan Collins Dynasty Collection, in tribute to her most famous alter ego, Alexis Carrington.
Her dress today also recalls Alexis, the short-fused super-bitch from the Eighties soap opera. It’s made from pale blue embossed silk and adorned with what one might call Joan’s ‘trademark’ shoulder-pads.
Like much of her wardrobe, Joan designed it herself and had the garment knocked up by a seamstress whose identity is a secret.
‘I gave my dressmaker’s details to Cilla Black once,’ she says. ‘It was a terrible mistake. After that, every time I called, I was told: “Sorry, but I’m making something for Cilla.” So that was the last time I gave her name to anybody.’
But we digress. We’re meeting because Joan has written a new book, what she calls a ‘photographic memoir’ of her life and times, introducing readers to her entire collection of friends, husbands and ex-boyfriends.
The autobiography, Passion For Life, to be serialised in the Mail next week, is frank, fearless and at times rather outrageous. It may even get her into a bit of trouble.
We get the lowdown on dozens of former loves, in unrelenting detail.
Among them are Nicky Hilton, the American hotel heir, who was ‘inordinately proud of his manhood’, and ‘Bungalow’ Bill Wiggins, the socialite who squired her for 11 months in 1987 and owed his nickname to an alleged lack of intellect (‘not much on top’, as Joan puts it).
We also hear about her flings with Ryan O’Neal, Harry Belafonte and Warren Beatty, who ‘needed to have sex several times a day, which often wore me out’. Beatty made her pregnant in the early Sixties, resulting in an abortion; these days, they’re great friends.
Then there’s Arthur Loew Jr, a Hollywood mogul she dated in the Fifties. He ended their relationship on the dance-floor at a New Year’s Eve party by whispering into her ear: ‘You’re such a f****** bore!’
Joan replied with the words: ‘And you are such a boring f***!’
‘It’s a great line,’ she says, proudly. ‘In fact, Roger Moore, who is a good friend, called me the other day and asked if he could use that line in print. He’s writing his autobiography.‘
The autobiography, Passion For Life, gives the lowdown on dozens of former loves, including Bill Wiggins (left) and Warren Beatty (right)
The autobiography, Passion For Life, gives the lowdown on dozens of former loves, including Bill Wiggins (left) and Warren Beatty (right)
The autobiography, Passion For Life, gives the lowdown on dozens of former loves, including Bill Wiggins (left) and Warren Beatty (right)

The former beau likely to be most upset by Passion For Life, however, is Robin Hurlstone, the bisexual, Old Etonian antiques dealer she dated for most of the Nineties. Joan has never previously said much about the relationship. But in the book, she makes up for that, in spades.
Robin comes across as a man who loathed Joan’s celebrity and disliked her children so much that he refused to spend Christmas with them. Their relationship hit rock bottom in 1997 when he declined to accompany her to Buckingham Palace to collect her OBE, saying he’d only bother to turn out for a proper gong, such as a Damehood (her son Sacha was required to be her arm candy instead).
Has she warned Robin about his impending public mauling? ‘No.’
What will he think?
‘He’s not going to like it one bit. Oh my God, he’s not!’
Does that worry her?
‘No. But anyway, we haven’t had any contact since we broke up.’ Then there are the ex-husbands, who each get the full treatment in the book. Actor Maxwell Reed (1952-6) raped her. Fellow actor Anthony Newley (1963-71) was a serial philanderer, as was Swedish singer Peter Holm (1985-7). Music executive Ronald Kass (1972-83) was a cocaine addict.
As a result of their time together, Joan says: ‘I’m very anti-drugs. Super anti-drugs.’ She speaks from personal experience. ‘I took cocaine once, with [the actress] Natalie Wood in St Tropez in the Sixties and it was horrific. We all went out to a disco and the next thing I knew it was six in the morning and I was dancing by myself. Never again. Another time, Sammy Davis [Jr] passed me a spoonful and I said “I’m not going to do it. I’m not going to do it,” and then I blew it all over his green velvet dinner jacket.’ 
Joan has not previously said much about her relationship with Robin Hurlstone. But in the book, she makes up for that, in spades
Joan has not previously said much about her relationship with Robin Hurlstone. But in the book, she makes up for that, in spades

Instead of becoming another Hollywood casualty, Joan devoted her life to hard work and motherhood.
That certainly brought ups and downs. Having first tasted Hollywood fame as a teenager, her star was in deep decline by the late Seventies.
Indeed, it wasn’t until Dynasty hit the big-time that she would enjoy financial security. To pay the bills during this tricky period, she posed for Playboy and disrobed for a string of movies she would perhaps rather forget — most notably 1978’s soft-core hit, The Stud.
‘I was paid £18,000 for that film,’ Joan recalls, with an eye-roll. ‘Nice, huh?’
For her kids, it perhaps wasn’t. Sacha was mercilessly teased at boarding school about The Stud, with its famous, shrieky  sex scene, in which a naked, 45-year-old Joan was publicly ravished aboard a flying swing.
These days, Joan is hugely protective of her children. They are almost the only people close to her who are largely absent from the warts-and-all memoir.
‘They don’t really like to be talked about. Tara doesn’t. Sacha doesn’t.’
Our time is almost up. Joan orders coffee (an Americano, with cold milk) and unlocks her iPhone with a perfectly-manicured finger, to summon her chauffeur-driven Mercedes. ‘Anything else you need to ask?’
We talk about future plans. Joan will be launching Passion For Life at Selfridges soon, and is also busy renovating her London home. After that, she’s got cameos in a couple of children’s films. And in January, she’s taking her one-woman show back on tour.
Then there are the constant requests for speaking engagements and reality TV appearances to rebuff.
‘I’ve said no to Celebrity Big Brother, Strictly, and the American one, Dancing With The Stars,’ she declares. ‘I don’t feel it’s right for me. I’ve been asked to do reality TV a zillion times. No way. No way.
‘Nobody’s going to get into my living room and see me there.’
Quite right, too. For the Joan Collins she allows out in public is surely magnificent enough.

JOAN COLLINS barefaced - APPLYING MAKE-UP

Full Film:The Wayward bus with Jayne Mansfield and Joan Collins

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The Wayward Bus is a 1957dramafilm released by 20th Century Fox that starred Jayne Mansfield, Joan Collins, Dan Dailey and Rick Jason. The film was based on the novel of the same name by John Steinbeck.

Plot

Alice Chicoy (Collins) is the wife of driver Johnny (Jason). He owns a small and rundown little bus that makes side trips. Alice is the owner of a little restaurant and likes liquor a bit too much.
Unhappy with what has become of her life, she decides to "surprise" her husband mid-way through his bus trip. Among the passengers, Camille Oakes (Mansfield) is a shamed burlesque dancer on the way to a well-paying job in San Juan. Camille gets caught up in a flirtation with traveling salesman Ernest Horton (Dailey).
Most of the story takes place on the charter bus. Slowly making their way through a treacherous California mountain region, the passengers undergo a variety of life-altering experiences. The journey has its most profound effects upon the iconoclastic salesman and the lonely stripper.

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