Almost certainly, not Elizabeth Taylor’s tracheotomy. I have a good deal of respect for Taylor’s capacity to act — particularly in the middle Sixties, when she dug deep for Who’s Afraid of Virginia Woolf? — but even she disdained this Oscar, and the movie as a whole: “I still say it stinks.” Had she not almost died before the voting took place, I suspect she never would have won. For those of you who disagree with me, I can only echo Taylor’s own self-assessment, or suggest that your glands should not be making these kinds of decisions for you…”hubba-hubba” is not a critical assessment, people!
Taylor beat out Shirley MacLaine’s turn as a sad and lonely love object in Billy Wilder’s The Apartment:
Melina Mercouri continued the streak of women in bed with her happy, trampy sex spree in Never on Sunday:
Returning to her more serious, domestic mode is Deborah Kerr as Robert Mitchum’s patient Australian wife in The Sundowners, waiting patiently for him to be done with the sheep:
The last final nomination is for Greer Garson as Eleanor Roosevelt in Sunrise at Campobello:
So who did the Academy overlook?
Nobody, for once.
Of course, I might be wrong — feel free to make other suggestions below in the comments!
As always, I have much more to say in my book: http://www.amazon.com/WHO-Won-Irreverent-Look-Oscars/dp/069232318X/ref=asap_bc?ie=UTF8
And now, please vote!