Hedy Lamarr on the set of Crossroads (1942)
Setting patterns of the stars.
Hedy Lamarr , 1940s
When I first met Hedy Lamarr, about twenty years ago, she was so beautiful that everybody would stop talking when she came into a room. Wherever she went she was the cynosure of all eyes. I don’t think anyone concerned himself very much about whether or not there was anything behind her beauty, he was too busy gaping at her. Of her conversation I can remember nothing: when she spoke one did not listen, one just watched her mouth moving and marveled at the exquisite shapes made by her lips. She was, in consequence, rather frequently misunderstood. … Beautiful women—on whom so many words and hours and fortunes are spent, who are painted and pursued, adored and abused, married and abandoned. Each one using this trump card in a different way. Like a joker in canasta, it is a powerful advantage properly played and a heavy load to have left in your hand. Hedy Lamarr found it a load.