The Richard Burton Diaries (141 page)

Wednesday 17th
[...] Sisler's son came with mother and sister and Sisler himself and gave us his ‘To be or not to be’. Sweet little boy and he read the speech very intelligently though he obviously mis-read a line which I told him about. I spoke a speech for him too. Elizabeth, in a fine frenzy, did a bit of the
Shrew
. Shook me and the family when she screamed ‘Fie, Fie you s.o.b.‘
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Something like that. We all leapt a yard in the air. [...]

E had her bottom examined yesterday in the morning and she was a shaking mess for a long time afterwards with great outbursts about how bored she was having to stay in the house all the time because it was too hot outside, she couldn't read a book, she was sick of watching TV, she was sick of hearing us splashing in the pool while she was confined etc. I comforted her as best I could but I'm not very good at those sorts of things. [...]

Thursday 18th
[...] Watched myself in old film called
Prince of Players
on TV last night. I had never seen it before. Can't think why it failed so badly when it came out in 1956 or whenever it was as it is more than averagely good.
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I was surprised at the speed at which I spoke and the very obvious Welsh intonation on occasions.
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Kate E and I watched it together in the bedroom and E said she thought it was a fine film and Kate said she was proud of me. I must be getting calloused in my latter days because I wasn't in my usual despair after watching myself. Brook was a trifle sloshed, which he seems to be every night nowadays, and was a little sour-graped about the film saying, during one of the breaks, that Ron Berkeley clearly didn't do my make-up because my pock-marks were showing. E's loyal little face tightened in defence. Kate said to me
guilelessly afterwards ‘you seem so different Dad, I mean you were so handsome then.’ Thank you I said. [...] It seems that I might do
Don Quixote
next year. I think I can do it by losing a really emaciating 15 pounds or so and getting a really fat Sancho Panza. Perhaps Ustinov or Alec Guinness. Or Zero Mostel.
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If I do it we must get it out fast to beat the musical
Man of La Mancha
.
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The deal is more or less fixed subject to my approval of the actor to play Sancho and the time slot. An interesting challenge, more so than Harry in
Staircase
.

Read Rimbaud yesterday for the first time in the original in one of those dual-language books. The translation is appalling. ‘J'en ai trop pris’ is rendered as ‘I was fed up.’ A lot of the nuance is lost to me, but I shall learn it slowly anyway and corner Enid Starkie or somebody and get myself a free lecture on the subtleties.
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The British elections are taking place today. We should have fairly positive results about 10 tonight our time here. Unless it's so close that they have to wait right down to the wire.

The next film is still amazingly vague. No script yet. A group of tailors bootmakers and hatters came down to the Springs the other day to measure me and Brook for the uniforms, but the costume director himself didn't know half the time what was what. It seems that I should be dressed roughly like George Peppard who was in the film
Tobruk
from which we have stolen the stock footage.
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So, in effect, Peppard is my stunt double. It really is a film by computer and I shall record its idiocies with as faithful an accuracy as I can. The writing is to be ‘dialogue sufficiently credible to get us from one explosion to another’. There is no overt attempt to give it any ‘artistic’ merit whatsoever. Any that comes will come if it comes from the personalities of the actors concerned so they must all be actors of the first rank. What is strangely ironic is that the film is based on a true story and the band of intrepid allies actually included an American, but we cannot use this because it would seem like an obvious gimmick to capture the American market. The fact is more a fantasy than the fiction. The schedule has been reduced again to 3 weeks and two days. If the film does a mediocre gross only, I shall pick up at least a million dollars. I could make as much as a million pounds. For 20 days’ work. Morally indefensible. But at least I don't feel the guilt of taking a million dollars cash down for a film that might be a total failure. Here at least I'm gambling with my money to the same extent as the producers. [...]

Friday 19th
[...] There was a tremendous upset in the British elections yesterday and against all poll analysis the bloody Tories are in with a whacking majority.
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The full extent of it is not known yet but it seems that it will be a very comfy 50 seats majority at least. I am furious. Those smug bastards are in again, and again we'll be run by the old school tie – not that we weren't before when the Labour boys were in power.

I did nothing, simply nothing all day long apart from a little light reading and a couple of pages of this. Watched a little on TV and chatted around with Kate and E and watched
Batman
and boxing from the Olympic auditorium.
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[...]

Saturday 20th
Leaving for Malibu today by jet at mid-day. [...]

Looks like the Tories are in by about 40 seats or so. That means that the Labour party can easily get back at the next election in five years time. So it's not too [
sic
] bad as it seemed.

[...] E lolling about on the bed watching TV. Asked me ‘why are you being so bloody Welsh?’ She is watching Cornel Wilde as Marco Polo in
Marco Polo
.
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Funny we should think of the Italians as physical cowards but there's Marco Polo and Da Gama (or was he Spanish or P'guese) and Columbus.
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[...] I want to go home to Switzerland.

Sunday 21st, Malibu Colony
Arrived here about 1.30. [...] Terrible silly quarrels for the rest of the day about who fries the chips for dinner. Said I wasn't because I didn't know how. E lost temper and said I'd been boasting for years as to how well I made chips. Told her it was a joke, the boasting. [...] Went to bed early and read a French roman policier by Japrisot.
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Didn't get too far with it and fell asleep. [...] Went to the drug-store for breakfast with Kate. [...] Told her I was sick to death of the States and wanted urgently to get back to Europe though that continent was getting as bad as this. I suppose she'll end up being a Yank. For some reason being an American has always seemed to me to be unglamorous. Now why should that be? Is it natural British xenophobia? After all, they made it to the moon first and never stop
propagating the ‘greatness’ of their country. I would still prefer being a Welshman or Irish or Scots. Even English, and even they're a pretty comical lot nowadays.

Have just had chat with Hugh French and Ronnie Lubin re
Don Quixote
to co-star Hoffman or Finney or Topol or somebody equally able and to be shot in Colombia as it will be too cold in Spain in the early part of next year but will be perfect in the former.
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And cheaper. They want E to play Dulcinante but I don't think the part good enough for her.
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However they have a lengthier script by the same Waldo Salt which I will read tomorrow or Tuesday. The present one is a little sketchy. We'll try and get a man called O'Steen to direct.
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He has never done so before but cut
Woolf, Graduate
and
Catch 22
. So should know his stuff. [...]

Monday 22nd, Malibu
This year drags on and on. Yesterday sat in the sun and read a bit. [...] Finished the Japrisot novel. Most improbable even for a detective thriller.

Am going to LA today, Western Costumes rather in Hollywood, to fit for clothes for this strange film I'm in. [...] An Englishman called Jacklin won the USA Open Golf Championship yesterday and delighted us all.
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The first Englishman for 50 years and the first Britisher. Since he won the British Open last year it automatically puts him among the company of the great. He is only 25 and it's nice that somebody so young and seemingly deserving is successful at something so harmless. [...]

Dustin Hoffman I understand is either very fearful or very conceited as he says he cannot make up his mind whether to take the Sancho Panza or not as he's afraid that as Quixote I will steal the film from him. What a funny reaction from such a good actor. He obviously wants to play a one-man show where no other actor stands a chance. Reasoning that way, he would turn down Othello and/or Iago. I must be supremely self-confident as no such considerations cross my mind, or ever have.

Tuesday 23rd
Another grey mist-enwrapped morning. Have just taken the girls to breakfast in the drugstore. Maria is a chatter-box, a 1000 words a minute type. When I remember that we were frightened that she would never speak. [...] She is a delight and as warm as kittens. She is nine years old. And not 10 as I thought. [...]

B and I went to be fitted for our uniforms for the film yesterday at Western Costume co. in Hollywood. Hathaway was there. I have always thought of this film as a giggle but now that it gets nearer and nearer I am beginning to have qualms. I shall read what is supposed to be the final script today and see what I can salvage for myself from it. That's what comes of wanting to work for the sake of working and not for better reasons. [...]

Wednesday 24th
[...] Went to see a bigger house along the beach. We have taken it. [...] We are moving in today. I read most of my next epic. I shall finish it today sometime. It is very laboured but I bet can be very watchable. I shudder to think what the posh critics will say. Well actually I don't shudder. I shall rather enjoy them. They are so serious or in a desperate attempt to send it all up they become comi-serio and snappish. There is a man called Morgenstern who writes for
Time
or
Newsweek
who is so pompous that he is a sure fire party piece when read aloud, especially about almost any foreign film.
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He fairly bristles with insignificance, as indeed they all do. I suppose as a result of hob-nobbing with famous or notorious household words most of whom are incredibly stupid and having to see several films a week and writing about them must eventually stultify what small growths their minute minds are capable of.
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Tynan started out with such a fine acerbic astringent flurry that I read his notices with glee and could even quote them. But the splendid frenzy is all but dead. He has become a plodder, a hack. Has no creative sense at all. I used to read them all and over all they have been excessively complimentary to me, but I have become perhaps so blasé in my old age that I find them unbearably tedious to read nowadays about anything or anybody. Somebody sent a me a long and breathtakingly adulatory article recently by Cecil Smith of the
LA Times
about me, and I couldn't get through it though the legend is that actors will read favourable notices about themselves for ever.
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Not so in my case. I think I was badly hurt by my first batch of bad notices when I first played
Henry V
at Stratford and the callousing began then. That's twenty years ago and actually the notices weren't bad at all, but they didn't say I was the greatest etc. therefore they were bad as far as I was concerned. When notices are good they're not good enough and when they're bad they upset you. The worst notice of all of course is not to be noticed. Or ‘Also in the cast were.....’

I must strip my part in
Rommel
down to the bone. I talk too much in it and destroy what little mystery the part might be invested with.

Brook read the script yesterday and said he wanted to play Reilly, a nothing part, a man who drives the half-track and is in all the action and said ‘The part of the C.O. disappears after one speech in the early pages. Says he won't
be involved in killing anyone and walks out of the film.’ On the contrary I discovered that the C.O. seduces the Italian girl etc. and has the only ‘love-interest’ in the piece.
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Reminds me of Jimmy Granger being sent the script of
Odd Man Out
by Carol Reed and flipping through the pages where he had dialogue, deciding that the part wasn't long enough.
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He didn't notice the stage directions so turned it down and James Mason played it instead and made a career out of it. It's probably the best thing that Mason has ever done and certainly the best film he's ever been in while poor Granger has never been in a good classic film at all. Or, as far as I remember, in a good film of any kind. You could after all have a ‘James Mason Festival’ but you couldn't have a ‘Stewart Granger’ one. Except as a joke. Granger tells the story ruefully against himself. [...]

Thursday 25th
This was our first night in the newly rented house and not a nice one. [...] There was a show on called the
Des O'Connor Show
which is enough to put you off to start with.
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Immediately there was a reference to me. ‘The crown jewels have been stolen.’ Only one man can have done it. ‘Who?’ Richard Burton. ‘He doesn't need them, he's got his own.’ I had a shouting match with Ed Henry of Universal about Brook's pay for the film. They will not pay him more than $600 a week which is insulting. [...] I said how Brook had hung around to do the film and had turned down a play. Henry: ‘Why didn't he take it?’ Why not indeed. I understand that Colicos is in it.
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I wonder how he'll like the non-drinking Burton. And how the non-drinking Burton will like him. [...] They want me to go up to Oxford for Michaelmas term October 11th to December 5th or Hilary in January until March. What am I going to lecture about? I must write today to Francis Warner and get some direction and hints. What, for instance, does he lecture about? It's a great platform to get rid of a lot of spleen. I can do lethal work on some public figures and clast a few icons. [...] I am very lazy. All work is a conscious effort and there is seldom any joy and enthusiasm in it. I could laze for a long time except that I would feel great guilt. I have dreams of living with Elizabeth on the
Kalizma
or a newer bigger vessel though the present one is perfectly adequate, and never living on land again. And moving all the time, a few days here a few days there. Make what is already a decent little library on the yacht into a really splendid one. Leave it only for a couple or three months a year while it's in dry dock and stay alternately in Vallarta and Gstaad. Just us and occasionally the children. Haunt the Mediterranean and search out all kinds of little ports that
we've never seen. Work enough just to pay the overheads and only where we can live on the yacht. Seek the sun as much as possible and a little society now and again. Very little. The Rothschilds are our favourites and a weekend at Ferrières perhaps. Annual shopping sprees in Paris for E and gourmet journeys from the boat in the mini-moke. And then one year we could venture out into the Atlantic and work up the coast to Normandy and north to Scandinavia. But preferably remain in and around the countries where I speak the language. Italy Spain France. It costs roughly $110,000 a year to run the boat and keep it in good trim.