Word: heathcliffs
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...have the right of final cut, or editing, that most crucial of Hollywood privileges. If it belongs to the producer or the studio head, the director is outclimaxed. William Wyler, for example, directed Wuthering Heights for Samuel Goldwyn in 1939, closing the film with both main characters, Heathcliff (Laurence Olivier) and Catherine (Merle Oberon), dead. Such a somber ending greatly disturbed Goldwyn, and he asked Wyler to insert a brief clip of the two lovers in heaven. The director firmly refused. Thus it was a stunned Wyler who attended the premiere and watched Heathcliff and Catherine strolling amid cottony clouds...
Chris Chambliss (4-for-4, 1 RBI) lined a single to right, and Roy White followed with an identical poke. Pinch hitter "Heathcliff" Johnson grounded out to second, but Dent, the man who made thousands of Bostonians miserable on Monday, lined a single to right, collecting two of his three RBIs. When Mickey Rivers followed with yet another single, Royals manager Whitey Herzog yanked Gura in favor of 35-year-old Marty Pattin, who struggled out of the inning...
...spotted young Gary Grant and helped to make him a star in She Done Him Wrong. None of the 1,000 satisfied her, however, and she started looking at the men in newer movies. When she came to the 1971 remake of Wuthering Heights, she took one look at Heathcliff, a British actor named Timothy Dalton, and yelled "Him!" The fact that Dalton was half a century younger than she was of no consequence...
...National Theatre were piddling sums). Olivier's past accomplishments in drama are legendary. Many people say his true greatness was in the theater, but Olivier has rendered many memorable film performances: Hamlet, Henry, Richard, Othello, Astrov, Strindberg's Captain, and to a lesser, though often equally delightful extent, Heathcliff, Archie Rice in The Entertainer, Graham Weir in Term of Trial and Andrew Wyke in Sleuth. Perhaps, many hope, he will return to the stage someday, if not to undertake a more mature Lear (he did it in '46 at the Old Vic), then perhaps to portray Prospero. There are those...
Except, of course, that there never was a real Heathcliff. The power of great fic tion makes such facts unimportant, and both L'Estrange and Caine have paid trib ute to that power. The trouble is that both writers hint of further tributes to come. Pinnacle does more than hint; it promises "additional volumes chronicling the lives and loves of the descendants of Heathcliff and Catherine." The prospect of some nine generations of Heathcliffs yet to come is horrifying, and not in a way Emily Brontë would admire. A Heathcliff in the factory, another in the trenches...