bridiequilty:

On Monday, August 9, the last day of shooting, Love Boat’s executive producer, Doug Cramer, hosted a cast-and-crew party in honor of Greer. Among the luncheon guests in Aaron Spelling’s boardroom were many friends, past and present, including George Cukor, Dana Andrews, Cesar Romero, and Vincente Minnelli. Roaming about the studio lot, which had once been the Samuel Goldwyn Studio, the old friends sipped their drinks and fell to reminiscing. Romero recalled that it had been nearly fifty years since he started out there, in Cardinal Richelieu and Clive of Indina. Dana Andrews had made The Best Years of Out Lives there. “Greer, you look as beautiful as ever,” George Cukor remarked, admiring the brightness of her red hair in the late afternoon sun. “Dear George,” she replied, pointing at his glasses, “I’m afraid you’re looking at me through rose-colored lenses! Did I ever tell you boys how George nearly drowned me during the making of Desire Me?” Laughter echoed through the shadowy stone canyons of sound stages as the small group returned to the party.

Greer Garson’s guest appearance on The Love Boat in 1982

I need this in my life.

The idea of a feud between us was pure poppycock-or rather, gossip writers’ fabrication-the stuff their dreams were made on. Greer was going great guns all through the time of my contract with Metro, and our friendship has lasted from that time to the present day. She’s a great girl, deeply intelligent, with a degree in English literature, and did a fine job promoting Julius Caesar by lecturing in schools and universities when the film went on release. She’s happily married to a highly successful businessman, Buddy Fogelson, but still turns in an occasional knock-out performance on film or TV when she has a mind to. Deborah Kerr

I love Greer Garson as Elizabeth Bennet (and this version, which is a more humorous/not the most accurate rendering of the novel, but enjoyable nonetheless), despite her lack of correspondence with the proper age of the character. By those rules Emma Thompson couldn’t have played Elinor Dashwood either and it would have been the world’s loss, really.

d’awww of course I make the mistake of turning on the television briefly and seeing this movie on which of course makes me want to watch random harvest because it’s been FOREVER and I need to dance about singing she’s ma daisy more often. Greer literally had me at “hello there.” Alas, I must force myself to return to my books for if I do not I certainly fail at life (and will fail my classes and the blasted GRE)