Robert Taylor on Hollywood’s Golden Age


Some of MGM’s finest at a birthday part for Lionel Barrymore. Clockwise from left: Norma Shearer, Mickey Rooney, Robert Montgomery, Clark Gable, Louis B. Mayer, William Powell, Robert Taylor, Rosalind Russell, Barrymore. Probably 1938 or 1939.

The Golden Age
by Robert Taylor

Originally published January 5, 1966 by Variety Magazine. Later published in Film Fan Monthly.  Quoted in full in Jane Ellen Wayne, Robert Taylor, New York: St. Martin’s Press, 1973, 1987.

No matter how old one is, the Golden Age of Hollywood was long ago. I hope I’m not talking tired because I refer to change. Many of the major people are still working today but they have all been transformed.

If today is still the twentieth century, the Hollywood of the 1930”s and early 1940’s was 200 years ago. In a sense it was baroque. There was a style of living and making motion pictures which no longer exists. It has been coldly modernized into something very factual, very efficient—and, I’m afraid, not very much fun.


Robert Taylor and Vivien Leigh on the set of “Waterloo Bridge,” 1940.

The creative and artistic management and the fabulous “showmen” still exist—there are a few—but they’re largely working for themselves on a one-picture-every-two-years basis.

Their great talent isn’t directed a “program” of pictures—toward the management and betterment of a studio.

For some of us who were fortunate enough to have been a part of the Golden Age, however, the memory lingers on.

In my own case, I was part of the MGM “Stable.” We called Metro the campus—and even the seasons were semesters. Camaraderie was shared at work and at play, up and down the line, and the aspect of jealousy was virtually nonexistent—at least among the male stars.

There was nothing predictable, except perhaps sunrises and L.B. Mayer—and not necessarily in that order.

L.B. was the most important person in my career, as he was in hundreds of others. He was not a “desk jockey.” He was constantly on the move around the lot—he knew every department—he knew the heads of every department—and he knew everyone’s problems.

Gable was legend, he set the style and the pace. His cars, especially, drove the lesser


Louis B. Mayer and Robert Taylor ca. 1936.

lights, like myself, mad with envy. I remember two very distinctly—one a green Deusenberg convertible and the other a Darrin Packard Twelve which Carole Lombard had had built for him.

We associated with each other in those days for fun—not just publicity. The Trocadero was the clubhouse—and on Sunday nights, some outstanding wit was master of ceremonies, introducing for the first time on the West Coast such people as Martha Raye or Joe E. Lewis. Owner Billy Wilkerson would wander around accepting compliments on the wonderful food, wonderful entertainment and wonderful service. And it was just that—wonderful!


Partying in the Golden Age. At the table: Jack Benny, Barbara Stanwyck, Mary Livingstone and Robert Taylor. Mid 1930s.

People pop up in my memory. Many of them are gone. Wallace Beery was special. Lionel Barrymore had forgotten more about acting than most of us would ever know. Yet he was always—and strangely—shy–about voicing his opinions. However, if you asked him he could sketch a lesson on portrayal that was complete and perfect in a matter of seconds.

I recall visiting him in his stateroom on the Queen Mary after we finished A Yank at Oxford

I found him asleep in his chair—the ashes of his cigarette all over his chest, the butt extinguished by his own lips. He was a very tired man—and unwell—but none of us ever thought that such a marvelous warm moment would ever leave us.


Gary Cooper and Robert Taylor. Probably early 1940s.

And good old Gary Cooper–”Coop” to just about everyone, whether they knew him or not. In my way of thinking, Coop was the handsomest man—certainly one of the two or three best actors—ever to honor the ranks of the motion picture business. And one of the most beautiful and talented ladies ever to grace a motion picture screen—Vivien Leigh.

The closeness and the pace never did create the terrible dose of imitation current today. Perhaps television is at fault—perhaps not, I honestly don’t know. But at least in that long ago decade we had both poles.


Robert Taylor and Irene Dunne in “Magnificent Obsession,” 1935.

I recall making Magnificent Obsession with Irene Dunne. John Stahl was directing. He approached the responsibility of a director in very much the same manner as I assume an atomic physicist approaches the handling of a bomb—with infinite care and painstaking slowness. It was not uncommon for us to do 30, 40, 50 takes on a relatively simple scene. At the time I was doing retakes on one of the Broadway Melodies and Woody Van Dyke was directing. Woody cut as he shot. He used his camera as though it were a six-shooter and he was the fastest gun in Hollywood. Actors rarely got more than one take on any scene, then the camera was moved rapidly to another set-up. It was, of course, going from the sublime to the ridiculous, but it seemed normal. It was the age.

It ended in the late 1940’s with the unexplained and seemingly premeditated murder of glamour. Television, taxes, actors pricing themselves to the skies—are all part causes, but not the definite ones. I don’t know really.

I can’t explain the demise. Perhaps if someone would correctly explain the phenomenon of rock ‘n’ roll, Beatle haircuts and the beatnik wardrobe, we will start to understand. In any case, it was 200 years ago.RT2542

About giraffe44

I became a Robert Taylor fan at the age of 15 when his TV show, "The Detectives" premiered. My mother wanted to watch it because she remembered Mr. Taylor from the thirties. I took one look and that was it. I spent the rest of my high school career watching Robert Taylor movies on late night TV, buying photos of him, making scrapbooks and being a typical teenager. College, marriage and career intervened. I remember being sad when Mr. Taylor died. I mailed two huge scrapbooks to Ursula Thiess. I hope she got them. Time passed, retirement, moving to Florida. Then in 2012 my husband Fred pointed that there were two Robert Taylor movies that evening on Turner Classic Movies--"Ivanhoe" and "Quentin Durward." I watched both and it happened all over again. I started this blog both for fans and for people who didn't know about Robert Taylor. As the blog passes 200,000 views I'm delighted that so many people have come by and hope it will help preserve the legacy of this fine actor and equally good man.
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2 Responses to Robert Taylor on Hollywood’s Golden Age



  2. SusanaG. says:

    I loved this letter as soon as I read it in Jane Ellen Wayne’s book on RT. His feelings were not only realistic, but in a way sounded also prophetic—the “murder of glamour” he writes, and how right he is, for the Golden Age was gone by the late 40s and never, never came back.
    Bob’s recollections of his MGM pals are touching, especially when you realize he wrote this article towards the end of his life. But still, he calls himself a “lesser light” compared to Gable, has Barrymore as “shy”, and Cooper as “the handsomest man”.
    Certainly he was so lucky to be a BIG part and qualified witness of the best age of Hollywood, and I’m sure he wouldn’t change any word of his writing should he be given the chance to see how films are made these days… “There was a style of living and making motion pictures which no longer exists. It has been coldly modernized into something very factual, very efficient—and, I’m afraid, not very much fun.”
    So true. The whole concept of making movies—and even watching movies—has changed along the years. But, dear Bob, I’m afraid the rock’n’roll and the Beatles paraphernalia (in its heyday at that time) played no part in the Golden Age’s demise. At this point, he sounds like my own dad, who was 22 years younger than Bob, but had exactly the same views on the Beatle culture. 🙂
    Anyway, what a fantastic letter! I even remember that I was inspired by it when not too long ago I wrote my own thoughts on, ironically… the demise of the good rock’n’roll.
    Thank you for posting, Judith! Top-notch reading!


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