Pretty Damn Cool

What’s going to happen when I pass on to that great movie theater in the sky? (Or find myself cast into the fiery pits of hell?) Will you look back fondly on Robert Matzen as a writer who once entertained you with Fireball—and other great books I have yet to write? As a friend or acquaintance? A co-worker? I wonder if you’ll read my obituary and find something that makes you say, “That’s pretty damn cool.”

It’s ironic that the only time we stop to take stock of a life is when it’s over. There are exceptions of course, in the case of a “lifetime achievement award” or a snapshot-in-time memoir or biography, but usually, we honor people, pay attention, appreciate as they pass out of our world.

Fireball: Carole Lombard and the Mystery of Flight 3 by Robert Matzen

Martha Hyer at her sexiest in The Carpetbaggers.

While reading Martha Hyer’s obituary the other week I exclaimed, “That’s pretty damn cool!” Martha Hyer was a dependable-enough actress of the 1950s and 60s who worked with big stars in some A and B pictures, but overall her career was a near miss. I hadn’t a clue that Martha Hyer was an art collector who lived on an obscure stretch of Hollywood Boulevard. I thought Hollywood Boulevard ended at Laurel Canyon but son of a gun, it doesn’t. It snakes impossibly on through the hills—if you haven’t been there and driven in them, you can’t imagine those hills.

I had no idea that Martha Hyer epitomized Hollywood class in the early 1960s, with her posh home and its spectacular view of the L.A. basin and her stylish clothes and expensive art collection until I read about it in an article linked to her obituary. She was one of those stars I took for granted; a competent actress who succeeded mostly on her curvy blonde looks. Then I paid attention to Martha Hyer in an airing of The Carpetbaggers in a supporting part as a starlet-hopeful and was reminded how good-looking she was, and how winning she was, and now I knew about her swanky lifestyle as a bachelorette prior to her marriage to producer Hal Wallis. I thought to myself, what an interesting person! I should have contacted her and asked for an interview, but I didn’t know what I didn’t know, and now she’s gone.

The depth of the national reaction to the passing of James Garner surprised me. He’s another one who was roaming the earth when I was born and so I’ve never known life without James Garner as part of the popular landscape. I knew of Maverick, although Maverick was before my time. I knew that James Garner was groomed for stardom by Warner Bros. and shot to prominence during their heyday producing TV westerns. Then Jack Warner leveraged Garner’s popularity by lending him to the features unit to make Darby’s Rangers and other pictures. He was a very big star in 1960 and managed to remain relevant for the next 54 years so that when he left us, we had just seen him in something, somewhere.

I bought James Garner’s autobiography, The Garner Files, upon its release to get his take on Jack Warner. The straight shooter took aim at J.L. and plugged him right between the eyes: “Jack Warner treated everybody the same: lousy. He didn’t spare his wife, his son, or his mistress. He hated writers, he hated actors, and he was cruel to his employees.” Garner went on, “Warner was rude and crude—the most vulgar man I’ve ever met. He had terrible taste in most things and a filthy mouth. The first time Lois and I went to the Oscars, we sat at his table and listened to him tell one dirty joke after another. He actually thought they were funny. We got up and moved to another table. I told Bill Orr [WB exec and J.L.’s son in law]: ‘Don’t you ever . . . don’t you ever get me invited anywhere where he’s going to be.’”

Fireball: Carole Lombard and the Mystery of Flight 3 by Robert Matzen

Clint Walker (right) visits James Garner on the set of Maverick. Walker was just back on the Warner Bros. lot to star in his series Cheyenne after a long-running feud with J.L.

James Garner shot from the hip about others in The Garner Files as well, like Steve McQueen: “Like Brando, he could be a pain in the ass on the set. Unlike Brando, he wasn’t an actor. He was a movie star, a poser who cultivated the image of a macho man. Steve wasn’t a bad guy; I think he was just insecure.” And of another co-star in The Great Escape, Garner said, “Charlie Bronson was a pain in the ass, too. He used and abused people, and I didn’t like it.”

To me, James Garner’s insights on these actors, people we think we know, are precious. Actors didn’t always like one another, and it’s interesting to keep in mind what they were thinking as cameras rolled. We see the end result preserved on celluloid, which in some cases proves the talent of the individuals, overcoming their feelings or channeling those feelings into the character.

With Garner, there were no scandals to look back on. I recall that he had bypass surgery in the 1980s and wondered then if he would survive. But he did. I remembered when he took over 8 Simple Rules for Dating My Teenaged Daughter for John Ritter after that star’s sudden death by aortic aneurysm in 2003 and stabilized the sitcom’s devastated cast and crew. James Garner came in and took charge because that’s what the situation required. I wasn’t a fan of that show but I well recall watching the first Garner episode when his character walked on set and very publicly comforted the characters and the actors playing them. To hurting humans he lent strength; to actors worrying about their next paycheck he conveyed, We’ll get through this. It will be OK. That’s pretty damn cool. And with his help they survived, and James Garner carried 8 Simple Rules on his 75-year-old shoulders, completing the second season and then a third full season.

This scenario sat in my head unprocessed since Ritter’s death. It took the news of James Garner’s passing for me to stop and think about how admirable he had been in that circumstance. I can only hope that when I go, there’s something in my obit to say, “That’s pretty damn cool” about.

Fireball: Carole Lombard and the Mystery of Flight 3 by Robert Matzen

The cast of 8 Simple Rules. Said Garner, “I never used to like working with children. For a long time I thought they were unpredictable and, well, unprofessional. But Amy Davidson [far left], Kaley Cuoco [far right], and Martin Spanjers [second from right] were terrific. Who cares if they steal a scene? If any actor can steal a scene from me, they’re welcome to it.”

2 comments

  1. Like you, Robert, for me, James Garner has always just been there. That goes right back to my days as a kid when I first discovered him as Maverick as that show was then playing in syndication. Later came The Rockford Files in which he was essentially the same character, only updated from western gambler to private eye.

    In both cases those shows were challenging the stereotypes of their genres, the he man western hero and the rugged private eye, with Garner’s deft comedy skills and ability, like no other star that comes to mind, to play the fraidy cat hero who tries to avoid a fight. We know, though, that he will eventually come through for us.

    The sheer pleasure we all received, not from seeing Rockford getting beaten up for the millionth time by some hoods, but from watching Garner first try to charm or joke his way out of that beating. “Does your mother know what you do for a living?” he’d ask one just before taking a shot to the stomach.

    The unyielding pleasures that I received over the years from Garner’s effortless charm, subtle comedy technique and natural acting technique, his every subtle response to a situation seeming like the most spontaneous of reactions.

    And there were his movies, too, of course, a few of them noteworthy for me, The Americanization of Emily, Victor Victoria, Marlowe, Support Your Local Sherrif (in which he once again adopted his Maverick persona) and then the joy of his middle aged grouch who dispensed common sense wisdom in Murphy’s Romance. What a pleasure it was to watch this man at work.

    I guess the role for which Garner may well be best remembered is Rockford, a part in which he was perfectly cast. He was the big handsome movie star who didn’t act like one and came across, with that charm and gentle humour, as an everyman with whom we could all identify.

    It’s good to know that he was a straight shooter in real life, too, from those character assessments that you provided from his autobiography, Robert.

    Also, Robert, since you’re an Errol Flynn fan and you’ve mentioned a couple of Warners ’50s TV westerns in this week’s column, did you know that the first episode of Cheyenne was a remake of Flynn’s Rocky Mountain? It even recast one of the actors from that film, Peter Coe, in the TV version and, when he gets killed by the Indians in Cheyenne, merely snipped his death scene out of Rocky Mountain for it. And an unknown James Garner, by the way, also appeared in that episode, in the part of the Union officer played by Scott Forbes in the Flynn version.

    Likewise, the first Maverick (which starred Garner) was about silver mining wars and borrowed a number of clips from Flynn’s Silver River. In fact, burly character actor Leo Gordon’s name in that Maverick episode is “Big Mike” McComb, borrowed directly off Flynn’s character, except for the fact that they added a “Big” to his name.

    1. I had forgotten that the launch of Cheyenne featured a young, seemingly uncomfortable Garner as a union officer.

      Your viewpoint on James Garner and Rockford, Tom, indicates just how much there is to say about his career. The tweets after his death from actors were a who’s-who and showed that he worked with everybody. It was one of the great bodies of work in Hollywood history right there under our noses going unappreciated until now.

      In a previous comment you also mentioned the Polaroid commercials that Garner did with Mariette Hartley 30 years ago. I had forgotten about them, but some actors would have been thrilled with a series of national commercials on their bio. For Garner it was a throwaway.

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