L in the Southeast

L in the Southeast
Atlanta, Georgia, United States
November 04
Retired PR Director
I am a retired Public Relations professional who now writes purely for fun and catharsis. I covered most of my memoir-type pieces in the first three years here. Lately I have dabbled in politics, current affairs, pop culture and movie reviews. Life is my muse.


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APRIL 30, 2012 2:21PM

Back Street to Reality -- Alysa's Open Call

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Back Street


I wouldn’t be at all surprised if whoever coined the expression “hopeless romantic” had me in mind when it happened.  Throughout my life I have revisited literary themes that featured class inequities and forbidden but intransigent love that always ended confirming my belief in the notion that love conquers all.

Charlotte Brontë won my undying devotion with Jane Eyre, probably my favorite of all the English classics.  In my youth I believed that true love, even after a series of heartbreaks perpetrated by the man of my dreams, would win out and I would live happily ever after.

By the time Fanny Hurst’s 1931 novel Back Street hit its third moving picture iteration in 1961, the heroine was portrayed by Susan Hayward, Susan Hayward an actress I admired.  She was my ideal for Rae, the aspiring fashion designer character who meets by chance a handsome stranger who turns out to be a wealthy department store chain heir. The spark between them was barely ignited when Rae learned Paul Saxon (played by another favorite of mine, John Gavin – I am drawn to men with cleft chins)  John Gavinwas married.  He went back to his life and she move to New York, where she became a successful designer.

Susan Hayward

John Gavin 



When they ran into each other again in New York years later, the fire between them reignited, but he was still married.  Rae and Paul were determined to remain “good people,”  and they once again parted with their apparent love unpursued.  Rae fled to Rome to escape her longing.  Ah, but The Fates were relentless.  Another chance meeting in Rome, and all resistance was out the window.  Paul’s drunken, vicious wife refused to give him a divorce, so they began a catch-as-catch-can affair that spanned years.

It was the violins, I think, that did if for me.  Whenever Rae and Paul laid eyes on each other after a long absence, those damned violins went into high gear. Those melodious strings were like puppet masters over the strings to my youthful heart.  They would embrace; I would cry.

What set this story apart from my previous forays into the world of romantic love was the lesson I had learned by the time I left the theater.  No happily ever after ending was to be on this one.  Paul’s young son found out about Rae and his dad’s deception, and the violins took on a mournful tone that signaled the beginning of the end.

Love did not conquer all.  Good did not win over evil.  The scene of the illicit couple’s last parting was dramatic (melodramatic, in retrospect) and heartbreaking to this 16-year-old. I couldn’t imagine how they would go on without each other.  Two lives had to be, for all intents and purposes, over.

My eyes were still red and swollen when I got home from “the show.”  When asked by my mother what was wrong, I answered:  “Sad movie.  Very sad movie.”

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Thanks for answering my OC! I did not know about this movie, but it sounds wonderful and sad and beautiful...a great love story indeed. I'm going to see if I can find a way to get my hands on a copy!
Ahhh, love unrequited... strange how that works.
I'll have to check it out, and I'm with you on the cleft chin thing.
The kind of love that never satisfies completely, because it cannot.
I fell for Hayward in those horrible but wonderfully fun Gladiator/Jesus flicks w Victor Mature.

R A T E D!
Cleft chins don't do a damned thing for me.
Loved this movie for all the same reasons. Love your description of your love affair with it. Speaking of which, if I could type a whole post, my all time favorite (with NO apology) is the Deborah Kerr, Cary Grant version of An Affair To Remember.
You are not the only "hopeless Romantic" out there. I hate sad endings. Love stories are the best./r
Never saw it. Never will. Hate sad endings. Love well-told stories, tho, like this one.
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I have not seen this one. Must check it out when I need a good cry!
It looks like the perfect thing for just that very purpose.
Forgot to rate THEN post again.....