Tennessee Williams on the death of Anna Magnani


“We sit here today, and I have to say that everything really fell apart in 1973. Green tables on the television over which the entire Watergate soap opera played its sad fable. William Inge takes that final drive in that car in the Hollywood hills. And Anna Magnani dies, far away from me, silent and weak.

Age has made it difficult for me to have much faith in things, but the death of Anna Magnani has made it almost impossible.

It still seems incomprehensible that the world–my world–can function without her in it.”

Tennessee Williams/1982

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Check out Magnani’s magic in:

600full-mamma-roma-posterPower-house performance from Magnani in Mamma Roma (1962) and a great place to start for anyone apprehensive of dipping their toes in Pasolini waters.

the-fugitive-kind-movie-poster-1960-1020249428The Fugitive Kind (1960).

Brando, Magnani and Woodward? Oh yes. All three stars sizzle in this cracking take on Tennessee Williams’s play, Orpheus Descending – with a screenplay by TW himself. Oh, and it’s also directed by Sidney Lumet…

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Cara, cara, Bette…



Letter From Anna Magnani to Bette Davis

[from “Anna Magnani. Corrispondenza Americana”]
Dear, dear Bette
before leaving I want to write to you, and not wait to be back in Rome – I’ve wanted to write to you on the last evening of my stay in New York in order to spend more time with you – I’ll never forget you – I’ll never forget our meeting, I’ll never forget your face – I’ll take it with me to Italy – I don’t know why but I came out of your house excited and overwhelmed – the excitement of being in front of you, you alive in front of me alive, having admired you so many many times, captured by the screen, amazed by your performances – amazed because I suddenly found myself in your room, in front of a child – I swear the first impression I had was grand – a woman full of life, with so much inside of her, so much warmth, so much youthful interest for everything – you still have so much to say with your art – so very much. I was in front of you, speechless. Remember? I just looked at you and listened, I became a lamb, I was hypnotized. Dear dear great Bette, you’re so human, so tremendously human, and I feel so near to you, and so similar, as a woman. As an artist you know what you mean to me. Always fight for your art – always fight for your artistic freedom against everything and everyone. That’s the only way to be yourself and, in your case, that’s the only way to be a great actress. I hug you, I hug you with infinite emotion and devotion. I’ll never forget you.




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