If Mario Lanza was still alive, I am convinced that he would have been an even greater opera singer than either Caruso himself or even Pavarotti. Since I have heard them all sing countless times in person, I think that I can make such a statement with some degree of accuracy.
Hi Steff: The deleted scenes, including the elusive Improvviso, are almost certainly in the bound script that I last saw at Dolfi’s home in 2002. Other than glance at it I was not permitted to look inside the actual script, so I suggest you contact LL. If after the dispute between Dolfi and Ellisa the script is now in her possession, Derek Mannering might be able to shed some light on the matter.
On the subject of essays for our main site, if anyone's interested in writing an article for our main site, please do drop me a line. We have some wonderfully talented writers among us, and if there's a particular Lanza recording, or album, or film that you'd like to explore -- or some other worthy Lanza-related topic -- I'd love to know.
Beautifully expressed and quite moving, Gary. Well done!
Armando
Dear Mario . . . I may as well tell you that I'm very happy and proud and thrilled to know you have justified my undying confidence in your having such a good heart -- and that basically you are such a good guy. . . . I have nothing but the highest praise for your work -- and your behavior -- and for being the kind of guy I knew you always were -- which makes me mighty proud of you.
Love and kisses to you and Betty,
[Joe Pasternak]
Will the real Joe Pasternak please stand up……
I interviewed Pasternak twice, in 1977. The first time was quite a strange experience as I had the impression that poor old Pasternak wasn’t altogether there- probably suffering from Alzheimer. I met him in his office, at the Masquers Club in Hollywood and he greeted me with, “ Mario Lanza was an animal –I hated him!”
He then rambled on about all the problems he had had with him. Weight, temperament, ego, and so on. I sat there dumfounded, listening to the endless tirade and hardly uttering a word, but I guess I must have made a reasonable impression since, all of a sudden he came out with “Come to my home next (whatever the day was) and we can talk some more.”
So, a couple of days later I turned up at his Beverly Hills home and, apart from the gravely voice, was greeted by a totally different man. He introduced me to his much younger and still extremely beautiful wife, Dorothy, and then, much to my amazement, said “ You are here to talk about Mario Lanza -I loved him! He had the most beautiful voice I ever heard! He was an instant sensation with That Midnight Kiss! Before he died I wanted to make another film with him.”
His wife, other than saying that she thought Lanza had tremendous sex appeal and that I reminded her of the Italian actor Fabrizio Mioni, didn’t say much more.
But as I said, this Pasternak was totally different man from the one I had met only a couple of days earlier. So, which one was the real Pasternak ? Probably a combination of the two. After all, if you hate someone so much you don’t send a telegram of condolences and you certainly don’t act as an honorary pallbearer!
I find it astonishing that eight years later this fellow Bawden was able to get so much out of him!
Hi Derek: I don’t recall the bit about his daughter- I’d have to listen to the tapes again, but what I can tell you is that the second meeting went much, much, better. We covered a lot of ground and discussed many things, particularly the problems with Because You’re Mine and The Student Prince.
For example, about the former he said, “Because You’re Mine was not the disaster everybody thought it was- it actually made quite a bit at the box office.”
He positively hated Serenade. Understandable, as it’s totally alien to his type of film making!
One thing that stuck in my mind was his remark (about Lanza,)“He was the pride and Joy of my life.”
What came through during that second encounter was, that regardless of the difficulties he had experienced, and there’s no denying that there were more than a few, he truly felt a deep affection for Lanza.
Un caro saluto
Armando
Yes, Steff, that’s absolutely correct. Lanza’s overnight stardom took not only Pasternak by surprise, but with the exception of Mayer, most of the big brass at MGM, as well.
Glad you like the photo.
Armando
Well, Derek, there certainly were some colourful individuals and also some extremely helpful and kind ones. Speaking of Keenan Wynn, he and his wife Sharly where astonished when I told them that Edmond O’Brien had driven me to their place.
For the first two weeks in Los Angeles I travelled almost everywhere by taxi, but when I asked O’Brien if he would call one for me to go the Wynns, he wouldn’t have a bar of it. What I didn’t know was that his eyesight was so bad that he could hardly see –hence the staggered look on the Wynns when they asked me how I got to their place.
O’Brien was a lovely fellow- down to earth, informative and with a great sense of humour.
Equally friendly and hospitable, the Wynns asked me to stay for dinner and then took me to a night club.
When I phoned Barry Nelson to arrange for a time to see him (it was going to be at 8 in the evening) he told me to make sure that whoever drove me there stayed until I entered the apartment, since Venice, where he was living, was a seedy area.
It was Colleen who drove me there, or more precisely her chauffeur. So she waited until I was inside and then I waved to her from the upstairs window. Nelson asked me who had given me a lift and when I told him he wanted to know how she and the other children were, what they were doing and so on. Another delightful fellow, extremely intelligent and, certainly, one of the most important contributors to the book.
But not all interviewees were as congenial. The most unpleasant and harrowing was by far Al Teitelbaum during the session I spent with him. He kept coming forth with a succession of lurid stories about Mario and boasting how many more there were in the book he had written. I had already read that so called “book” but he proudly presented me with another copy.
As for Blanke, he was really quite comical. I think he never recovered from the fact that Serenade was not a box office success!
I better stop or this will turn into another book!
Cari saluti
Armando
Thank you Lee Ann, Derek, and Gary, I’m pleased you enjoyed reading my recollections of my meetings with various people who were a part of Lanza’s life and career.
Tracking them and others down, organising appointments, mostly through their respective agents, was a monumental task, not to mention the cost of hotels, transport, endless phone calls etc. I was, indeed, lucky to be able to talk to many who are no longer with us, but regret either being unable to contact or unaware of the whereabouts of others of significant importance. Living, as I did, for most of my life in Australia, or what our former Prime Minister, Paul Keating, once called “The arse end of the world,” as well as spending 3 years even further south in New Zealand, didn’t make it any easier.
How much simpler a task it would have been if, at the time, I could have relied on the assistance of dedicated and untiring researchers such as Derek, Lee Ann, and Steff.
Looking back, I would do it all again, as it proved a tremendously rewarding and eye opening experience. An experience that made me realise more than ever the importance of not basing one’s opinions on the recollections of a handful of people, but to instead weigh the evidence of a wider ranging group in order to establish with as much accuracy as possible what the real Mario Lanza was like.
Had I not undertaken this resolve I would not have been able to justify writing a book about him.
Cheers
Armando
P.S. Nice biography of Edmond O’Brien-he really was a lovely person.
1950: The boy singing with Mario Lanza is Luciano Pavarotti
This Video is a rare jewel!
Obviously, this is false presumption. Pavarotti was 16 years old at that time and lived in Italy, etc.
Barnabas |
Hi Steff: Regardless of all that had transpired between them, there is no doubt that Pasternak’s was proud of what he had achieved with Lanza and was very fond of him.
In his 1956 autobiography, this is what Pasternak said, “ I had been harsh with Mario, but always con amore, with love, as a father is harsh with a son whose inner fineness he will never doubt. To the end I thought well of him. I would always think of him as a friend.”
Armando