Judy, Judy, Judy

Judy, Judy, Judy.

Well. Cary Grant may never have coined the above phrase, contrary to popular opinion, but no other will do when talking about Judy Garland. My Granddappy was a Sherrif for the L.A.P.D back in the ’50s and had many a colorful tale about the woman … but … no matter her private life, no matter her character, no matter her flaws … we are ALL flawed. All of us. We forget that when we judge people of such inimitable talent like Judy, whose gifts were truly surpassing. This clip of Garland singing “Dear Mr. Gable” from the Broadway Melody of 1938, as well-known as it may be, never ceases to jerk my tears. A twelve year old with the voice of an angel, in whose path like nothing but immortality. Was it worth the price? Probably not.

But am I ever grateful for her immortality.

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Film writer and social media marketing professional. 2019 Social Ambassador for the 10th Annual TCM Classic Film Festival. Previously: social media associate at Warner Archive and script writer for Turner Classic Movies. Working on a Montgomery Clift biography due late 2020.

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