If you like true-life tales of star-crossed lovers blended with the glamour of old
this just may be the book for you.
It tells the story of one of the silver screen’s great romantic teams—Janet
Gaynor and Charles Farrell. It is a story of success and failure, of a girl who
didn’t want fame, and a boy who could never get enough. Hollywood
He grew up sweeping the floor of his parents’ movie theatre and dreaming of someday being right up there on the silver screen with the likes of Charlie Chaplin, Douglas Fairbanks, and Mary Pickford. Her sister wanted to be the star, she wanted to be a secretary, but she had an ambitious mother and a stepfather with a gambler’s instinct.
In 1926 their stars converged when, after years of extra work and bit parts, they finally got their big break when they were signed to Fox. Their first screen paring, in the eagerly anticipated silent film version of the romantic melodrama 7th Heaven, was absolute magic.
Janet Gaynor was the sweet, nice girl every mother wanted her son to marry, wholesome and pure with big brown eyes and a mass of coppery curls. Charles Farrell straddled the fence between boy next door and athletic, swashbuckling hero, tough, yet tender. They seemed a match made in heaven. In eleven succeeding films, despite a decline in script quality, the couple’s chemistry kept audiences coming back for more. But instead of offering their winning romantic team movies tailor made for their talents, the money-hungry executives at Fox repeatedly cast them in any old piece of nonsense that required a boy and girl to meet cute and leap over a few obstacles before the obligatory happy ending, so, sadly, they never again equaled the magic of that first onscreen pairing.
It was a closely guarded secret that they were lovers off screen as well as on, but Fame drove a wedge between them. “Good time Charlie” as his friends called him, wanted the
Hollywood life—the fame, the glamour, champagne, fast
cars, and, of course, the girls. But to Janet, though she was a complete
professional and took her career seriously, it was really just a job. Ironically,
despite Charles popularity and undeniable talent, Janet got all the critical
acclaim, including the Academy Award nomination (she was the first actress to
win the Oscar for Best Actress).
Janet didn’t want a Hollywood marriage, so when a handsome lawyer, Lydell Peck, came along, a self-made man with no connections to Hollywood, the ever practical Janet, dumped Charlie and married him instead. She thought she could quit while she was still ahead, now that she had made enough to support herself and her family in comfort, and pursue other interests, travel and learn and just enjoy being a wife and mother. But it was not to be, on her honeymoon she found out that her husband had just signed on with Fox as a writer and assistant director and was ready to use all his legal cunning to take charge of Janet’s career.
Reeling from the loss of his mother, and from being jilted by Janet, Charlie retaliated by eloping with his long-time crush, Virginia Valli, a sophisticated star of the silent screen whose image he had adored from afar before he came to Hollywood. Her career had tanked with the talkies, so marriage offered her a way to retire gracefully. Despite Charlie’s many infidelities—including a long-term affair with “Mousie” Powell, wife of the debonair THIN MAN star William Powell—
never divorced him. She remained
Mrs. Charles Farrell until the day she died. Some speculate that they might
have had an open marriage or devout Catholicism might have been the cause. Virginia
Meanwhile, Lydell Peck’s interference nearly cost Janet her career. She went on strike, demanding more money and script approval, during the Great Depression when her $2,000 a week represented a fortune to normal people struggling just to get by at a time when a loaf of bread cost eight cents.
While Janet fought Fox, and shed her interfering spouse, Charlie found himself being offered roles that a well-dressed mannequin could have played in movies designed to be used as a launching pad for up and coming actresses the studio thought showed star potential. But when Charlie tried to take a page out of Janet’s book and refused a role he was promptly fired.
Janet went on to win immortal fame in A STAR IS BORN. She made a few more pictures afterwards and then retired gracefully, married MGM’s brilliant costume designer, Adrian, and had the marriage every girl dreams of with a wonderful and supportive, talented and intelligent man, who was her true partner in life. They had a son together, traveled, and devoted themselves to art and fashion. They never took each other for granted and never spent a night apart until
’s untimely death twenty years later.
Janet kept busy with painting, theatre, and even a line of gourmet frozen
foods, and was surprised to find romance again, this time with a dear old
friend, producer Paul Gregory. In 1964 he became her second husband. This
second marriage also proved happy and long-lasting. It only ended when Janet’s
life did in 1984 when she died of pneumonia following severe injuries sustained in a car
After a stint in the Navy, Charlie devoted himself to the Racquet Club, which he had founded, and later served as Mayor of Palm Springs, and starred in two successful tv series, MY LITTLE MARGIE and THE CHARLES FARRELL SHOW. Alcoholism eventually caught up with him. As the host of one of
most popular watering holes, he couldn’t say no when people wanted to buy him a
drink, so he soon crossed the boundary between social drinker and addict. His
heart finally gave out in 1990. Hollywood
I found this real
Hollywood romance riveting and read the entire book in a
single night. I admired Janet for having the strength to go after what she
wanted and the very good fortune to find it (I wish I could be so lucky!), while Charlie’s story hurt my
heart, sometimes talent alone isn’t enough, or the dream without the drive. He
seemed to drift aimlessly through life without ever truly finding what he was
searching for, or to not be able to hold onto it when it was in his grasp.
A note to those interested in
Hollywood history, rumors of homosexuality
have dogged both Janet Gaynor and Charles Farrell throughout the years, so you
might be wondering if this book addresses that. And it does. Janet was friends
with two women who were known or suspected lesbians and her husband Adrian’s
brilliant, and often flamboyant, costume designs led many to erroneously assume
that he was gay. Many have jumped to the conclusion that
their marriage was a lavender one, an arrangement in which the wife was lesbian
and the husband gay. This book disproves that and shows how these rumors got
started and helps lay them to rest. One previous author even tried to put a
kinky spin on some black satin bras the husband of one of Janet’s female friends obtained for her, when the truth was Janet was then living in the wilds of
Brazil and had undergone a mastectomy and was unable to find a suitable
prosthetic bra, and the man in question had the right connections to supply the
desired garments. As for Charles Farrell, male friends who were in a position
to know and his many liaisons with many women disprove the rumors.