not in our stars, but in ourselves
I realize that an awful lot of famed Old Hollywood beauties owe about 75% of their appeal to lighting crews, hair and makeup, camera angles, etc., etc. And of course, Ingrid Bergman benefited from that as well.
Nevertheless, there is a truly luminous quality about her. It’s in the gleam of her eyes. It’s in her lovely, moon-like face.
There is, too, obvious and genuine strength in her – all the more visible after she was blacklisted. Extramarital affairs were de rigueur in Hollywood, and sometimes even common knowledge. But usually, the adulterers in question just had their fling and let it rest there. Pregnancies were terminated, often at studio bosses’ behest.
Bergman, however, fell in love with Roberto Rossellini and had his children and left Hollywood and accepted the consequences for her career. Which, of course, she revived after a few years – due both to her own talent and to the efforts of her friend and costar Cary Grant, who used his own influence to knock some sense into studio bosses’ rather thick heads.
She never let little people’s opinions get in the way of what she wanted to do; she didn’t let herself be bullied out of being in love; and she triumphed. Not many of us have such fortitude.
Bergman herself summed it up pretty well: “I was the shyest human ever invented, but I had a lion inside me that wouldn’t shut up.”
What a woman!