Wednesday 23 March 2011

"I have a woman's body and a child's emotions"

Richard Burton was right, she wasn't from this planet.



Utterly implausible is the grandeur and opulence expelled delicately from her raven hair, porcelain cheeks and, of course, those magic violet eyes. Yet her diamond dripping glamour, although eminently majestic, was dignified gracefully in smouldering iconography that lit up the screen and ignited passion, spreading cosmically through the hearts of many.

However, her 79 plentiful years, were ones contaminated infectiously by tabloid disease and an infatuation for excess in the tortuous meanderings of love and marriage, of which she had eight. Lavishly dancing in an, almost cartoon, world of exuberant abundance; as Cleopatra, she became the first leading lady in receipt of a $1m paycheck and spent her luxuriant surplus on fist-size jewels, elaborate clothes and elephants..but why not? However, extortionate flamboyance forcefully spilled into dramatic dodges with death, evading chronic arthritis, pneumonia, various hip replacements and a brain tumour, only to ultimately fall weak at the feet of unrelenting heart failure just yesterday.

Her classic aesthetic perfection beguiles, her immense philanthropist sentiments magnetise but in her very essence is the career as an enthralling silver screen goddess, whose depth and range leaves impassioned furnishings upon cinematic history in validation of a monumental legacy.

Rest in peace, Elizabeth Taylor, Richard is waiting for you.

Passions fired: Elizabeth Taylor with fifth husband Richard Burton in Montreal


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