Read My Lips: Stories of a Hollywood Life
Sally Kellerman
Language: English
Pages: 280
ISBN: 1602861676
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
“Now roll your hair and then take it down again.” Well, I tell you, when I saw what he had shot that day, I said to myself, “Tinfoil, baby, cool!” I’d never looked so beautiful in my life. Tinfoil. At times we’d get together at Larry’s house, which was never my preference because it was far too filthy for me; I’d bring my own sheets just to sit down on his bed. Sometimes we’d smoke some grass first, which helped me relax a little. Occasionally there was also a cameraman present for this film
started to get distracting and was making me paranoid. Instead of becoming my character, I felt like I was trying to please Neil. So I had the director, Gene Saks, ask Neil if he would mind not sitting in on our rehearsals. Neil never said anything to me about it, but he did stop showing up when I was filming. As our director, Gene was tenacious about getting what he wanted from his actors and crew. He always wanted me to play harder and tougher, displaying no vulnerability whatsoever. Gene was
my damaged marriage. First I did Who’s Afraid of Virginia Woolf at Hasty Pudding Theatricals in Boston. Larry Arrick was directing. At the outset he nearly changed his mind about using me as Martha, the troubled female lead. But I called and said, “I need to do this. I am doing this. I’m coming. Just get ready.” Now, I didn’t know this guy from a hole in the wall, but I knew in my core that the play was just what I needed, for distraction and to keep up my chops. So off to Boston I went, with
relationship. On the good days—and there are more good than bad—I’m so glad we stuck together. Jonathan and I are so well suited for each other. He said he likes me a little needy. Well, honey, you’re in luck! He believes in my music—always has. He doesn’t let me wallow in self-pity. I remember that when I used to ask Rick if I looked good, he’d get frustrated and say, “Stop asking those rhetorical questions!” When I ask the same thing of Jonathan, to this day—even if he isn’t looking at me—he
were possible because I followed my passion and somehow didn’t worry about the consequences. ONE NIGHT IN LA I EVEN GOT TO PERFORM WITH DAVID GATES from the band Bread, my imaginary serial killer–cult neighbors back in the 1970s. Funny how life sometimes comes full circle. My family—Jonathan, Claire, Jack, and Hanna—inspire me to keep chasing my passions. Now when I pass a mirror, I think about all my good fortune, all the dreams that have come true for me, and, luckily, all the ones I have