Showing posts with label Ramon Navarro. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Ramon Navarro. Show all posts

Tuesday, February 7, 2012

Born On This Day- February 7th... Ramon Novarro

Kids, this post is not about Dave Navarro, the hot, mascara wearing, tattooed & pierced guitarist of Jane's Addiction. Oh, but I wish I could do some research on Dave.


No, this post is about one of the great film actors of the 20th century, who lived a golden life that was brought down by being in the closet. From 1925 & 1932, He was one of the brightest stars of the screen, the next Rudolph Valentino, with enormous followings first in the USA & then in Europe & in Latin America. Then at his apex, he suddenly fell as few have fallen so far or landed quite so hard.




Ramón Novarro came to LA as a refugee from Mexican civil war. He had the deep drive, remarkable good looks, & the sure talent to create a great cinema career, & for a half a decade he burned bright.

Novarro was a conflicted man, choosing between his ambitions as an actor & his passion as a musician, plus struggling between a deep-rooted Catholic faith & a sexual identity that his faith & Mexican society condemned. Because of uncertainty, from fear, & sometimes out of desperation, even at the peak of his power Navarro could be easily influenced, & make one bad choice after another, ultimately precipitating his rapid slide to the bottom (& not in a good way).

Ramon Novarro made one very bad choice & it led to his brutal death & a court case that splashed the very thing he had worked hardest to conceal from the public across the headlines of the world. After all his fantastic films & phenomenal performances, for all his stardom and talents, he is today best remembered by the public as the gay has-been movie star who was tortured to death by a pair of brothers, male prostitutes, he invited into his home for sex.

As I watched the news today, as the 9th Circuit Court struck down Proposition 8 as unconstitutional, I could not help but reflect that those of us who are able to live out & proud lives in the 21st century are able to form sound, healthy, adult relationships. Those who were forced to live in the closet or in the system of "lavender marriages" imposed by Hollywood Executives on its gay stars, were forced to live in solitude. Novarro resisted the Hollywood pressure to enter a Hollywood marriage pushed on him by Louis B Mayer, & he had a long, meaningful, but closeted relationship with his publicist, Herbert Howe, until Howe’s death in 1959.

In October 1969, Navarro hired two brothers, Paul & Tom Ferguson (aged 22 & 17), to come to his home for sex. Mistakenly believing that there was a large sum of money in the house, the brothers tortured Novarro for hours, hoping to force him to reveal the whereabouts of the cash. Novarro insisted that he had no money on him. He offered to pay the Fergusons with a check. But the Fergusons knew Novarro was not broke. In fact, they knew he was very wealthy. His money was tied up in the bank & stock market. He rarely carried cash.

In Novarro’s bathroom, the phrase "Us girls are better than those fagits" was written on the mirror with a grease pencil.

The Ferguson brothers were eventually arrested. Both men’s fingerprints were discovered in several locations in the house & several witnesses came forward to testify that the men bragged about the murder.

I remember the Ferguson brothers’ trial as a media circus. Paul convinced Tom to admit to the murder. Paul believed Tom would not get the death penalty since his younger brother was only 17 at the time of the murder. Tom agreed to take the fall & confessed to committing the murders alone.

Tom recanted his confession when prosecutors informed him they would seek his execution. Tom told the truth of what really happened that night & both brothers were sentenced to life in prison.

The Ferguson brothers were paroled less than 7 years later.

They left Novarro’s home that night with just $20. Novarro died of asphyxiation. He choked on his own blood.

Among his great films: Scaramouch, Prisoner of Zenda, Where The Pavement Ends & Ben Hur. I recommend Beyond Paradise: The Life Of Ramon Novarro (2002) by Andre Soares. You can borrow my copy. Novarro turns 113 today.

Monday, January 9, 2012

Born On This Day- January 9th... Richard Halliburton


In my childhood bookcase was a line of volumes titile Book Of Marvels by Richard Halliburton. I loved them for the color plates of sexy shirtless, exotic men.

During the first half of the 20th century, 3 names came to mind when considering adventure & travel: Lindbergh, Earhart, & Halliburton. Even now, we know about the first 2, but have you known the story of Richard Halliburton?

Halliburton traveled the globe, pushing himself to the limit, all the while writing about his exotic exploits in books that thrilled readers living a less exciting life. He was Indiana Jones crossed with Auntie Mame. The likely reason he isn't part of our history is because this adventurous "man's man" was... a homo

Halliburton: "Realize your youth while you have it. Don't squander the gold of your days. Let those who wish have their respectability, I wanted freedom, freedom to indulge in whatever caprice struck my fancy. Live! Live the wonderful life that is in you. Be afraid of nothing. The romantic… that was what I wanted."

In his prime, Halliburton was a daredevil who accomplished feats others only could dream of. He climbed the Matterhorn, swam the 48 mile Panama Canal in 1928, & flew over 50,000 miles around the world in his own airplane. He shot the first aerial photos of Mt. Everest, & hid in the Taj Mahal, where he swam in the pools in the moonlight. He hid from the guards in Istanbul’s Hagia Sophia. In spirited stories, Halliburton fought off pirates off Macao, spent a week in Bali, snuck onto trains in India, avoiding the railway inspectors, joined the French Foreign Legion in Algeria, explored the road from Cairo to Damascus, & arrested for taking photos of the guns at Gibraltar. He slept atop an Egyptian pyramid. He took Iraq’s impetuous Prince Ghazi on a flight over Baghdad & nearly missed the stern curfew of his father, the king. He also rode an elephant, in the manner of Hannibal, across the Alps.

Halliburton starred in his own documentary films & gave many public appearances & speeches. He was daring in the face of danger, enthralling his public, but Halliburton not only kept his sexuality secret from his adoring fans, he went to great lengths to suggest otherwise. His adventure stories were filled with adoring women, leading readers to assume that his conquests continued in his bedroom.

Halliburton was gay. He had a special fondness staying on YMCA's, & it was an open secret that he had a romance with Hollywood heartthrob Ramon Navarro. Halliburton was smitten with Hollywood & was approached by Fox Studios in 1933 about making films based on his adventures. He idolized Rudolph Valentino for his good looks & desired a friendship with Douglas Fairbanks, Sr. He knew & admired Amelia Earhart, & they both were in high demand on the lecture circuit.

Halliburton settled down with another "bachelor"- Paul Mooney, his editor & co-writer. He commissioned a modernist-style house in Laguna Beach from Mooney’s other lover, 27 year old architect- William Alexander Levy. The 3 men lived together in a thoroughly modern relationship. The house was named “Hangover House,” reflecting his witty sensibility.



Halliburton in a letter to his father: “Dad, you hit the wrong target when you write that you wish I were at Princeton living ‘in the even tenor of my way.’ I hate that expression & as far as I am able I intend to avoid that condition. When impulse and spontaneity fail to make my 'way' as uneven as possible then I shall sit up nights inventing means of making life as conglomerate & vivid as possible. Those who live in the even tenor of their way simply exist until death ends their monotonous tranquility. No, there's going to be no even tenor with me. The more uneven it is the happier I shall be. When my time comes to die, I'll be able to die happy, for I will have done & seen & heard & experienced all the joy, pain, thrills, every emotion that any human ever had. I'll be especially happy if I am spared a stupid, common death in bed. So, Dad, I'm afraid your wish will always come to naught, for my way is to be ever changing, but always swift, acute & leaping from peak to peak instead of following the rest of the herd, shackled in conventionalities, along the monotonous narrow path in the valley. The dead have reached perfection when it comes to even tenor!”

With the financial success of his books & popular speaking engagements, Halliburton built a Chinese junk named the Sea Dragon. In 1939, he & Mooney set out to sail it from Hong Kong to San Francisco. His last contact was by radio from the Sea Gragon: “Southerly gales, squalls, lee rail under water, wet bunks, hard tack, bully beef, wish you were here, instead of me.”



I believe his story is ready for a movie treatment with Ryan Gosling starring, & me as Paul Mooney.