Los Angeles: Elizabeth Taylor, the actress who dazzled generations of moviegoers with her stunning beauty and whose name was synonymous with Hollywood glamour, was a legend in her lifetime.
First appearing onscreen at the age of 9, she grew up there, never passing through an awkward age. It was one quick leap from 'National Velvet' to 'a Place in the Sun' and from there to 'Cleopatra' as she was indelibly transformed from a vulnerable child actress into a voluptuous film queen, writes Mel Gussow in The New York Times.
In a career of more than 70 years and more than 50 films, she won two Academy Awards as best actress, for her performances as a call girl in Butterfield 8 (in 1960) and as the acid-tongued Martha in “Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf?” (in 1966). Mike Nichols, who directed her in “Virginia Woolf,” said he considered her “one of the greatest cinema actresses.”
Taylor's popularity endured throughout her life, but critics were sometimes reserved in their praise of her acting. In that sense she may have been upstaged by her own striking beauty. Could anyone as lovely as Elizabeth Taylor also be talented? The answer, of course, was yes.
Given her lack of professional training, the range of her acting was surprisingly wide. She played predatory vixens and wounded victims. She was Cleopatra of the burnished barge; Tennesee Williams' Maggie the cat; Catherine Holly, who confronted terror suddenly last summer, and Shakespeare's Kate. Her melodramatic heroines would have been at home on soap operas.
Joseph L. Mankiewicz, who directed her in “Suddenly Last Summer” and “Cleopatra,” remembered seeing her for the first time, in Cannes, when she was 18. “She was the most incredible vision of loveliness I have ever seen in my life,” he said. “And she was sheer innocence.”
Mankiewicz admired her professionalism. “Whatever the script called for, she played it,” he said. “The thread that goes through the whole is that of a woman who is an honest performer. Therein lies her identity.”
It was also Mankiewicz who said that for Ms. Taylor, “living life was a kind of acting,” that she lived her life “in screen time.”
Marilyn Monroe was the sex goddess, Grace Kelly the ice queen, Audrey Hepburn the eternal gamine. Elizabeth Taylor was beauty incarnate. As the director George Stevens said when he chose her for “A Place in the Sun,” the role called for the “beautiful girl in the yellow Cadillac convertible that every American boy, some time or other, thinks he can marry.”
There was more than a touch of Taylor herself in the roles she played. She acted with the magnet of her personality. Although she could alter her look for a part — putting on weight for Martha in “Virginia Woolf” or wearing elaborate period costumes — she was not a chameleon, assuming the coloration of a character. Instead she would bring the character closer to herself. For her, acting was “purely intuitive.” As she said, “What I try to do is to give the maximum emotional effect with the minimum of visual movement.”
Sometimes her film roles seemed to be a mirror image of her own life. More than most movie stars, she seemed to exist in the public domain, where her indiscretions were bared under a spotlight. She was pursued by paparazzi and denounced by the Vatican.
But behind the seemingly scandalous behavior was a woman with a clear sense of morality: she habitually married her lovers. People watched and counted, with vicarious pleasure, as she became Elizabeth Taylor Hilton Wilding Todd Fisher Burton Burton Warner Fortensky — enough marriages to certify her career as a serial wife. Asked why she married so often, she said, in an assumed drawl: “I don't know, honey. It sure beats the hell out of me.”
During a lifetime of emotional and physical setbacks, life-threatening illnesses and accidents, and several near-death experiences, Ms. Taylor was a survivor. “I've been lucky all my life,” she said in 1992, just before turning 60. “Everything was handed to me. Looks, fame, wealth, honors, love. I rarely had to fight for anything. But I've paid for that luck with disasters.” At 65, she said on the ABC News program “20-20”: “I'm like a living example of what people can go through and survive. I'm not like anyone. I'm me.”
Her life was played out in print: miles of newspaper and magazine articles, a galaxy of photographs and a shelf of biographies, each one painting a different portrait. “Planes, trains, everything stops for Elizabeth Taylor, but the public has no conception of who she is,” said Roddy McDowall, who was her earliest co-star and a friend for life. “People who damn her wish to hell they could do what they think she does.”
There was one point of general agreement: her beauty. As cameramen noted, her face was flawlessly symmetrical; she had no bad angle, and her eyes were of the deepest violet.
One prominent and perhaps surprising dissenter about her looks was Richard Burton, who was twice her husband. The notion of his wife as “the most beautiful woman in the world is absolute nonsense,” he said.
“She has wonderful eyes,” he added, “but she has a double chin and an overdeveloped chest, and she's rather short in the leg.”
On screen and off, Taylor was a provocative combination of the angel and the seductress. In all her incarnations she had a vibrant sensuality. But beneath it was more than a tinge of vulgarity, as in her love of ostentatious jewelry. “I know I'm vulgar,” she said, addressing her fans with typical candor, “but would you have me any other way?”
In a life of many surprises, one of the oddest facts is that as an infant she was considered to be an ugly duckling.
Elizabeth Rosemond Taylor was born in London on Feb. 27, 1932, the second child of American parents with roots in Kansas.
Her father, Francis Lenn Taylor, was an art dealer who had been transferred to London from New York; her mother, the former Sara Viola Warmbrodt, had acted in the theater in New York, under the name Sara Sothern, before she was married. (Her brother, Howard, was born in 1929).
At birth, her mother said, her daughter's “tiny face was so tightly closed it looked as if it would never unfold.” Elizabeth spent her early childhood in England. It was there, at 3, that she learned to ride horseback, a skill that was to help her win her first major role.
Just before the beginning of World War II, her parents returned to the United States, moving to Pasadena, Calif., and later Beverly Hills, with their son and daughter.
Mrs. Taylor shared with her daughter an infatuation with the movies, and encouraged her to act. Elizabeth made her movie debut in 1942 as Gloria Twine in a forgettable film called 'Ther's One Born Every Minute' with Alfred Switzer, who was best known as Alfalfa, the boy with the cowlick in the 'Our Gang' series. The casting director at Universal offered this capsule criticism: “The kid has nothing.”
Despite that inauspicious debut, Sam Marx, an MGM producer who had known the Taylors in England, arranged for their daughter to have a screen test for 'Lassie Come Home'. She passed the audition. During the filming, in which she acted opposite Roddy McDowall, a cameraman mistakenly thought her long eyelashes were fake and asked her to take them off.
The power of her attraction was evident as early as 1944, in “National Velvet.” MGM had for many years owned the film rights to the Enid Bagnold novel on which the film was based but had had difficulty finding a child actress who could speak with an English accent and ride horses.
At 12, Elizabeth Taylor met those requirements, though she was initially rejected for being too short. Stories circulated that she stretched herself in order to fill the physical dimensions of the role: Velvet Brown, a girl who was obsessed with horses and rode The Pi to victory in the Grand National Steeplechase. “I knew if it were right for me to be Velvet,” she said, “God would make me grow.”
In one scene, her horse seemed to be dying and Taylor was supposed to cry — the first time she was called on to show such emotion on screen.
Her co-star was Mickey Rooney, a more experienced actor, and he gave her some advice on how to summon up tears: pretend that her father was dying, that her mother had to wash clothes for a living and that her little dog had been run over.
Hearing that sad scenario, Taylor burst out laughing at the absurdity. When it came time to shoot the scene, she later said: “All I thought about was the horse being very sick and that I was the little girl who owned him. And the tears came.”
Taylor gave a performance that, quite literally, made grown men and women weep, to say nothing of little girls who identified with Velvet. In his review of the film in The Nation, James Agee, otherwise a tough-minded critic, confessed that the first time he had seen Taylor on screen he had been “choked with the peculiar sort of adoration I might have felt if we were both in the same grade of primary school.”
She was, he said, “rapturously beautiful.”
“I think that she and the picture are wonderful,” he added, “and I hardly know or care whether she can act or not.”
The movie made her a star. Decades later, she said “National Velvet” was still “the most exciting film” she had ever made. But there was a drawback. To do the movie, she had to sign a long-term contract with MGM. As she said, she “became their chattel until I did ‘Cleopatra.'
At first she played typical teenagers (in “A Date With Judy,” 'Lie With Father' and 'Little Women').
At 16 she was “an emotional child inside a woman's body,” she later said. But in contrast to other child actresses, she made an easy transition to adult roles. In 1950, she played Robert Taylor's wife in 'Conspirator'.
The same year, she was in Vincente Minnelli's 'Father of the Bride', with Spencer Tracy.
And, life imitating art, she became a bride herself in 1950, marrying the hotel heir Conrad N. Hilton Jr. After an unhappy nine months, she divorced him and then married the British actor Michael Wilding, who was 20 years older than she.
By her own estimation, she “whistled and hummed” her way through her early films. But that changed in 1951, when she made “A Place in the Sun,” playing her prototypical role as a seemingly unattainable romantic vision. The film, she said, was “the first time I ever considered acting when I was young.”
In the film, she is a wealthy young woman of social position who is the catalyst for Montgomery Clift's American tragedy. To the astonishment of skeptics, she held her own with Clift and Shelley Winters.
“A Place in the Sun” was followed by 'Ivanhoe', “Beau Brummel” and 'The Last Time I saw Paris'. Then she made two wide-screen epics back to back, Giant (with Rock Hudson and James Dean, who died after finishing his scenes) and 'Raintree County' (with Mr. Clift, who became one of her closest friends).
Her role in the Civil War-era drama “Raintree,” as Susanna Drake, a Southern belle who marries an Indiana abolitionist, earned her an Oscar nomination for best actress in 1957. Taylor was filming 'Cat on a Hot Tin Roof' with Paul Newman in 1958 when her third husband, the flamboyant impresario Mike Todd, was killed along with three others in New Mexico in the crash of a small plane called the Lucky Liz. They had been married little more than a year and had a newly born daughter, Liza.
A bereaved Taylor was consoled by her husband's best friend, the singer Eddie Fisher, who in a storybook romance was married to the actress Debbie Reynolds, one of America's sweethearts. Soon a shocked nation learned that Debbie and Eddie were over and that Fisher was marrying Taylor, continuing what turned out to be a chain of marital events. (In 1993, at an AIDS benefit, Ms. Reynolds appeared on stage 20 minutes before Taylor and said, to waves of laughter, “Well, here I am, sharing something else with Elizabeth.”) Fisher died in 2010.
After Taylor finished “Cat on a Hot Tin Roof,” MGM demanded that she fulfill her contract and act in a film version of John O'Hara's “Butterfield 8” (1960). Her performance as the call girl Gloria Wandrous brought her an Oscar as best actress.
The award was bestowed less than six weeks after she was forced to undergo an emergency tracheotomy in a London hospital after being overcome by pneumonia and losing consciousness, one of several times tabloid headlines proclaimed her close to death. She and others felt that the Oscar was given to her more out of sympathy for her illness than in appreciation of her acting.
Next was “Cleopatra,” in which she was the first actress to be paid a million-dollar salary.
Working overtime, she eventually made more than twice that figure. The movie was made in Rome and cost so much ($40 million, a record for its time) and took so long that it almost bankrupted 20th Century Fox and caused an irrevocable rift between the producer Darryl F. Zanuck and the director Mankiewicz.
When “Cleopatra” was finally released in 1963, it was a disappointment. But the film became legendary for the off-screen affair of its stars, Taylor, then married to Fisher, and Richard Burton, then married to Sybil Burton.
Taylor and Burton: it seemed like a meeting, or a collision, of opposites, the most famous film star in the world and the man many believed to be the finest classical actor of his generation. What they had in common was an extraordinary passion for each other and for living life to the fullest. Their romantic roller coaster was closely chronicled by the international press, which began referring to the couple as an entity called “Dickenliz.”
After finishing the film, Taylor went with Burton to Toronto, where he was on a pre-Broadway tour with 'Hamlet' . In Toronto, and later in New York, the two were at the height of their megastardom, accompanied by a retinue as large as that of the Sultan of Brunei and besieged by fans, who turned every public appearance into a mob scene.
In New York, as many as 5,000 people gathered outside the Lunt-Fontanne Theater on West 46th Street after every performance of “Hamlet,” hoping Taylor was backstage and eager to see the couple emerge.
They were married in 1964, and Taylor tried without success to keep herself in the background. “I don't think of myself as Taylor,” she said, ingenuously. “I much prefer being Burton.” She told her husband, “If I get fat enough, they won't ask me to do any more films.” Although she put on weight, she continued to act.
The life of Dickenliz was marked by excess. They maintained mansions in various countries, rented entire floors of hotels and spent lavishly on cars, art and jewelry, including the 69.42-carat Cartier diamond and the 33.19-carat Krupp diamond. (In 2002, Taylor published “My Love Affair With Jewelry,” a coffee-table memoir as told through the prism of her world-class gems.)
Since childhood, Ms. Taylor had been surrounded by domestic animals. When she was not allowed to take her dogs with her to London because of a quarantine rule, she leased a yacht for them at a reported cost of $20,000 and moored it on the Thames.
After “Cleopatra,” the couple united in a film partnership that gave the public glossy romances like “The V.I.P.'s” and 'The Sandpiper' and one powerful drama about marital destructiveness, the film version of the play “Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf?”
As Martha, the faculty wife, a character 20 years older than her, Taylor gained 20 pounds and made herself look dowdy. After she received her second Academy Award for the performance, Mr. Burton, who played Martha's husband, George, offered a wry response: “She won an Oscar for it, he said, bitterly, and I didn't, he said, equally bitterly.”
The Burtons also acted together in 'Doctor Faustus' (1968), in which she as a conjured-up Helen of Troy; 'The Comedians' (1967), with Ms. Taylor as an adulterous ambassador's wife in Haiti; Franco Zeffirelli's film version of 'The Tamong of the Shrew' (1967), with Taylor as the volatile Katharina to Mr. Burton's wife-hunting Petrucchio; 'Boom' (1968), an adaptation of the Tennessee Williams play “The Milk Train Doesn't Stop Here Anymore,” with Taylor as a rich, ailing woman living on an island; and 'Hammersmith is Out'(1972), a retelling of the Faust legend in which she played a diner waitress.
On her own, Ms. Taylor was an adulterous Army major's wife in 'Reflections in a Golden eye' (1967), with Marlon Brando); a fading prostitute in 'Secret Ceremony' (1968); an aging Las Vegas chorus girl in 'The only game in town' (1970), with Warren Beatty; a rich widow who witnesses a murder in 'Night Watch' (1973); and a wife who tries to save her marriage through plastic surgery in 'Ash Wednesday' (1973), among other films.
After 10 high-living and often torrid years, the Burtons were divorced in 1974, remarried 16 months later (in a mud-hut village in Botswana), separated again the following February and granted a divorce in Haiti in July 1976.
Burton died of a cerebral hemorrhage at the age of 58 in 1984 in Switzerland. Thirteen years later, Taylor said that Mr. Todd and Mr. Burton were the loves of her life, and that if Burton had lived they might have married a third time. For years after his death, she told The Times in 2000, she couldn't watch when the films they had made were shown on television.
After her second divorce from Burton, she wed John W. Warner, a Virginia politician, and was active in his winning campaign for the US Senate.
As she had done with Mr. Burton, she tried to subordinate her career to that of her husband. For five years she acted as a Washington political wife and became, she said, “the loneliest person in the world.” Overcome by depression, she checked herself into the Betty Ford Clinic in Rancho Mirage, Calif. She later admitted that she had been treated as “a drunk and a junkie.”
In addition to alcohol and drugs, she had a problem with overeating, and it became the butt of frequent jokes by the comedian Joan Rivers (“She has more chins than a Chinese phone book”).
Ms. Rivers later apologized to Ms. Taylor through a friend, though Ms. Taylor shrugged off the insults, saying they did not “get me where I live.” Ms. Rivers said, “From then on, I was crazy about her.” Always one to admit to her mistakes and misfortunes, Ms. Taylor wrote a book about her weight problems, “Elizabeth Takes Off: On Weight Gain, Weight Loss, Self-Image, and Self-Esteem” (1988).
When she returned to the Ford clinic for further treatment, she met Larry Fortensky, a construction worker, who was also a patient. In a wedding spectacular in 1991, she and Mr. Fortensky were married at Michael Jackson's Neverland Valley Ranch in Santa Ynez, Calif., with celebrated guests sharing the grounds with Mr. Jackson's giraffes, zebras and llamas. Although the press was not invited to the ceremony, a photographer parachuted in and narrowly missing landing on Gregory Peck. Four years later, the Fortenskys were divorced. Ms. Taylor, a longtime friend of Mr. Jackson's, was a visible presence at his funeral in 2009.
Through the 1980s and '90s, Ms. Taylor acted in movies sporadically, did 'The Little Foxes' and “Private Lives” on Broadway, and appeared on television as Louella Parsons in 'Malice in Wonderland' in 1985 and as the aging actress Alexandra Del Lago in Tennessee Williams's 'Sweet Bird of Youth' in 1989.
Increasingly, Ms. Taylor divided her time between her charitable works (including various Israeli causes) and commercial enterprises, like a line of perfumes marketed under her name. She helped raise more than $100 million to fight AIDS.
In February 1997, she celebrated her 65th birthday at a party that was a benefit for AIDS research. At the party, which was later shown on television, Madonna ended the festivities by announcing that Ms. Taylor had always been her idol. After the party, Ms. Taylor entered Cedars-Sinai Medical Center in Los Angeles for an operation on a brain tumor. There were other medical setbacks. In October 2009 she had experimental surgery for a leaky heart valve.
She is survived by her brother Howard; four children, Michael Wilding Jr., who owns a cafe in Albuquerque; Christopher Wilding, a film editor in Los Angeles; Liza Todd Tivey, a sculptor, and Maria Burton Carson, whom she and Mr. Burton adopted in 1961; and by nine grandchildren.
Married or single, sick or healthy, on screen or off, Ms. Taylor never lost her appetite for experience. Late in life, when she had one of many offers to write her memoirs, she refused, saying with characteristic panache, “Hell no, I'm still living my memoirs.”
