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22 of 28 people found the following review helpful:
3.0 out of 5 stars
the girl with the black-cherry eyes, 9 Jan 2005
The Girl With The Black-Cherry Eyes was how Maureen O'Hara was known before Technicolour transformed into what we know her chiefly for, her gorgeous red hair. O'Hara was one of the more intriguing actresses to come out of Hollywood's Golden Era. There wasn't a genre she couldn't turn her hand to, whether it be tearjerkers, classics, swashbucklers, westerns, slapstick comedy, Our Maureen was up for it. Her book is a lively read, and merits stars for that reason alone. She is as lively to read about, as she was in her films. I get so sick of autobiographies where the author tries so blandly To Be Fair and discreet, I mean what is point of an autobiography if we don't get a completely one-sided account, where the dirt is dished all over the place?!So why have I only given it 3 stars? Because O'Hara grates, sadly. Her fiery narrative would have been thoroughly entertaining if it had been tempered with a bit of self-deprecating humour. Instead O'Hara wants us to believe she was the most beautiful, talented actress Hollywood had ever produced, and not only that but she came from a beautiful, talented family as well, and Ireland is Paradise on Earth (the Oirishness really does get beyond a joke at times!). The harsh truth is that O'Hara has been pushed by film history into the realm of the second-raters: she wasn't as talented as Bette Davis, as sexy and funny as Marilyn Monroe, as strong and indomitable as Katherine Hepburn, as unique as Ava Gardner, and Rita Hayworth carries off the trophy as the iconic Red-Head. Right at the end of the book I had a teeth-gritting feeling that the old bag was talking down to us lesser-mortals, as though we should we be grateful we had been honoured with her memoirs! Only B-listers do that. I know that sounds harsh, but she really does become annoying very quickly. What IS fascinating is for her detail about working with the troubled director, John Ford, a curious man by anyone's standards. O'Hara had a love-hate relationship with him, and their relationship is endlessly fascinating. For all fans of Ford and John Wayne (the Duke comes across as very much the gentle giant) films this book is an absolute must, and I do recommend it for that reason, but if O'Hara is really trying to prove that she is some kind of role model for strong-minded women, well as a certain tennis-player would have once said, "You cannot be serious!"
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