God'll get you for that, Dr Bill Kobb.
Susan Hayward. Most of her films were forgettable, really, with the exception of perhaps three, and they've been mentioned here. She went back and forth with her studio for YEARS about the lousy scripts and the awful product she had to do. In those days, for a woman to get anywhere in the industry, she had to be ten times as charming and as tough and as smart as any man. The charming did not apply to Susan Hayward. Bette Davis got ahead; she was extraordinary.
She was a complete social misfit. She literally was Hollywood's version of Albert Belle. She never talked to anyone on the set, and went out of her way to avoid any contact with her co-stars. Her love life was a Shakespearean tragedy. When she died from the brain tumor, she was only 49. There was so much ahead for her.
Her performances in those oh so few quality films she made were worthy of every superlative that comes to the tongue. 'I Want To Live', which won her Best Actress (an incredible feat given her lack of any civil relationship with the press and the people in the industry) is one of the ten best films I have ever seen. Bar none. It has to be seen. She was incredible.
Susan Hayward occupies a special niche with me: if I'm surfing, and I come across one of her films, I stop for it. Period. This only applies to Humphrey Bogart, Spencer Tracy, James Cagney, and possibly Elizabeth Taylor, and Montgomery Clift. Very elite company.
Red was a very special woman, indeed.