For several years I’ve been facinated by the story of Tuesday Weld. I was first introduced to her in a way I’m sure many have been, by seeing her on the cover of Matthew Sweet’s Girlfriend album (His greatest hits collection, Time Capsule, also features a photo of her). I’ve found her life to be quite facinating, and unique among the many other actors who were on the silver and small screens during the time she was most prominent. I would really like to see some of her films, however, since I have never been lucky enough to come across any. I may have to search around the city or shop online someday.
If you’d like to learn more about Tuesday you can take a look at any of the many pages dedicated to her across the web. The ones I found most interesting will be available in the links portion of my website.
She is a wolf disguised as a sheep, lurking to prey on the weaker wolf. Her simultaneously sheepish and volpine smile blatantly admits as much; those attracted are quick to claim deceit when they were merely outsmarted.
That smile, that smile… a George Herriman moon under two sadly impossible stars shining black in a pale night sky. Her small gappily placed teeth are a physical — thus cinematic — emblem of the eternally enticing but unbridgeable distance between predator and lover, between dream and reality. They represent the generative nature of all gaps, teasingly opposed by her “family” name while her “given” name hints at the god of conflict. Source: [x]
“When I’m working I never need an entourage or anyone with me. Time has no meaning; I don’t notice how many weeks or days go by. I’m so totally absorbed that I really like to be alone. Actually, it’s not only when I’m working; I like to be alone in general. I have a hunger for it. I eat up silence.” Source: [x]
“I got bored after a while with analysis, with me-me-me. Could that be one of the purposes of it, you get so bored with self-absorption? Enough, already, getting yourself together is preferable. It is so uncomfortable, all those personal things you’re supposed to say, except I never did, I never opened up totally.” Source: [x]
What can you say about a performer so unique that there are just no adequate words to express that uniqueness? Do you talk about the sophisticated nymphet quality that set her apart from all the other starlets of the early 1960s? Or do you try to describe her particular screen presence, which was maybe something like Marilyn Monroe on acid? Do you mention her legendary reputation on and off the screen? Do you quote some of the bizarre and hilarious remarks she’s given to various dumbfounded members of the press over the years? Source: [x]
