With a mischievous smile, Maureen O’Hara confided to a tightly-packed audience in the lobby of the Roosevelt Hotel, “You get me talking about movies and about people I worked with in movies and it’s very hard to shut me up. We’d be here for weeks.”
Needless to say, she fit right in with the crowd of diehard cinephiles that made up the 2014 TCM Classic Film Festival.
Regally beautiful at 93, O’Hara expressed her joy over the fact that her fans are still clamoring for her—and that the Almighty isn’t. “He’s shoved me back onto the stage, and I love it!”
O’Hara, though wheelchair-bound, insisted on traveling to Los Angeles to make appearances for her admirers. I can’t begin to convey my gratitude for the privilege of seeing the Queen of Technicolor in person not once, but three times: briefly on the red carpet, then before a screening at the El Capitan, and finally at the Roosevelt Hotel on the last day of the festival.
It was an indescribably moving experience to set eyes on an actress I have worshipped since childhood—and TCMFF was evidently a poignant homecoming for O’Hara as well. Before the showing of How Green Was My Valley, O’Hara entered the stage of the El Capitan with misty eyes as the full house reacted with thunderous applause.
Robert Osborne opened by asking O’Hara about John Ford. Her response? “I thought we were here to talk about me!” She did, however, confess to the audience that she felt Ford is looking out for her in the hereafter. Years ago he’d told her and his close-knit stock company that “when there was the next call for Hell, he’d see to it that we didn’t answer. And, you know, I still think about it, and I hope he still believes it.”
The following day at the Roosevelt lobby, Osborne engaged O’Hara in a more extended interview about her life and career. Asked what Charles Laughton meant to her, she replied, “What more can someone do for you than start you off in life?” O’Hara remembered that she was “very honored and thrilled” to be mentored by Laughton, who personally signed her and brought her to Hollywood to star in her first American film, The Hunchback of Notre Dame. “He was my first teacher in my theatrical profession,” She said. “I was taught to act and I was taught to appreciate what I was being taught. You couldn’t find anyone more wonderful to work for than Charles Laughton.”
Although O’Hara hinted that the terms and conditions of all her contracts weren’t as uniformly pleasant—“they can be absolutely wonderful or absolutely awful”—she painted an overall positive picture of the people who managed her career. “Anybody who is talented and good at their job, 90 percent of the time they’re kind and good and treat you well.”
On the subject of her many famous love scenes, she revealed that the kisses we all vicariously enjoy actually proved a major source of frustration for her. “Many times, you hated it, because the person you had to kiss was a horrible, nasty person…. Sometimes you’d have to kiss some jerk, and you didn’t get paid enough!” As for the offending leading men, O’Hara, ever the lady, refused to name the ones she didn’t respect, though it sounds like there were plenty.
But there was no such silence on the subject of her favorite leading man, “Could anyone compare with John Wayne?” O’Hara only wished she could have worked earlier in her career with the Duke, who would become a lifelong friend. “Unfortunately, I didn’t meet him until later.”
O’Hara also discussed her fondness for stunt work. At the peak of her career, she mastered complex swordplay and brawling routines, swashbuckling with such aplomb that she won the nickname ‘The Pirate Queen.’ She recalled, “I was a real tomboy. I loved doing the stunts.” As additional incentive, she explained, “The rest of the cast and crew do appreciate that you’re doing something dangerous. You stand ten-feet-tall in their eyes…. You do get scared, but you love showing off.”
Indeed, while O’Hara’s fencing days are behind her, that fiery Celtic spirit, which made her so compelling to watch in classics like The Quiet Man, flared up occasionally during her interviews. I will never forget the amused—but formidable—look on her face when she exclaimed to the audience, about Robert Osborne, “Boy, he’s nosey!” She didn’t hesitate to cut to the chase, interjecting, “You’re talking a heap of rubbish,” when the compliments grew too flowery for her taste.
Most memorably, at the El Capitan, she humbly downplayed her status as one of Hollywood’s living legends: “Don’t be fooled into thinking that I do magical things!” Well, like Robert Osborne, I must respectfully disagree with her.
Thank you to Turner Classic Movies and Getty Images for providing all photos of O’Hara from TCMFF.