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I Can’t Wait to Be Forgotten

icantwaitI CAN’T WAIT TO BE FORGOTTEN—Kay Francis Looks Ahead
By S.R. Mook
PHOTOPLAY, March 1939

“I can’t wait to be forgotten!” Kay Francis said to me.

She was sitting in front of her dressing table, readying herself for the last shot of “Women in the Wind”—her last picture on her contract. It may be the last picture she will ever make. Yet all the resources of a big studio were being marshaled into action to keep her to the end the glamorous figure she has always been.

Today—one of the top stars of the cinema. Tomorrow—just another woman. And here was Kay, welcoming oblivion!

“I can’t wait to be forgotten,” she repeated.

She had said much the same thing to me several months before. Other stars have announced their retirement and have made almost as many returns. Bing Crosby and Clark Gable both told me when their contracts were finished they would never sign another. But both of them resigned before their pacts had even expired.

I had listened politely and unbelievably to Kay’s first outburst and had rejoined carelessly, “You still have three pictures to make. If one of them should turn out to be a smash hit Warners or some other studio would offer you a new contract and you’d sign it.”

“You don’t know baby,” Kay had laughed. “I don’t say I’ll never make another picture because if I should happen to be in Hollywood and some producer offered me a good part I’d jump at it. But as far as another contract or making a career of pictures any more is concerned, I’m through!”

And here she was, the last scene in her last picture about to be shot and still sticking to her guns. One of the three pictures had been a hit, and she had been offered a new contract—and she had turned it down. [Webmaster’s note: The movie was My Bill. The film was so popular Kay did a radio version three years later in 1941 with Warren William, who did not appear in the film.]

“At least,” now I offered, “it’s nice that you’re leaving at the height of your career.”

“Don’t kid me, darling,” she said. “A year ago, yes. But not now. The parade is passing me by—and I don’t care.”

She spoke without bitterness. There was nothing of the “sour grapes” quality in her voice.

I recalled another conversation and I had had with Kay long, long ago. She had had the reputation of being temperamental but, if she is, her outbursts have never taken the form of making things difficult for the studio. She had played in almost an endless succession of pictures other stars have turned down. When I commented on her tractability, she said, “I don’t think a star knows when a story is right for her—or him. We read a script with an eye to our own parts rather than the story as a whole. The studios have done pretty well for me. They’ve made me an important star and they pay me good money. If they put me in poor stories they lessen my box office value and the returns on their investment won’t be so good. Why shouldn’t I rely on their judgment?”

Today, when I recalled this conversation, she said, “Perhaps I’d have been better off if I had fought for better stories, but the end didn’t justify the means. I’d have been suspended and the time I was under suspension would have been added to the end of my contract. So, instead of being free now, I would probably have another year to go. And, even then, I’d have had guarantee the stories I picked would have been any better. Even if they had been, the only difference would have been that I would be retiring in a blaze of glory instead of more or less inconspicuously—and this is the way I want it. I’ll be forgotten quicker this way.”

“I have never brandished a sword for the Little Theater Movement. I have never kidded myself about Art for Art’s sake. I went into this business because I thought I could make more money in it than any other.

icantwait2“A man may manufacture automobiles or tires. He may make better cars or tires than his competitors. The knowledge that he does may be a satisfaction to him, but he doesn’t do it primarily for that reason. He does it because that’s how he can make the most money. After he’s made his pile, if he has any sense, he retires and enjoys it. That’s the way I feel. I hold firmly with the theory advanced in ‘You Can’t Take it With You.’

“I’ve done everything I set out to do and now I’m going to enjoy myself. I’ve given ten years of my life to accumulating enough money to do the things I wanted to do. Ten years of never being able to travel when I wanted to, or go out when I wanted to—because picture schedules always had to be consulted before I could make plans. Now, I’m free!

“My mother’s future is provided for. I built a house for her and furnished it without her knowing anything about it. When it was all done I planned to move her into it on her maid’s day off. The maid, instead of taking the day off, went over to the new house. I had picked up mother’s dogs the day before and told her I was going to take them to the veterinarian to be washed. Instead, I took them to the new house. Then I took mother driving and when we passed the house I said, ‘That’s a cute place. Let’s go in and look at it.’ Her own maid answered the bell. Her dogs jumped up and down in welcome. I had arranged to have her best friend drop in for tea.

“Afterward, the friend stayed with her when I left and I went home to telephone her so the call from me was the first she received in her new place. I established a trust fund for her when I was first began making important money, so she is taken care of.

“As far as I, myself, am concerned, I have just recently built the sort of house I’ve always wanted. It’s what you might call ‘a big little house’ or ‘a little big house.’ It’s all paid for and I have managed to save enough money that I can always keep it up on my income. It isn’t an expensive place to run and the investment isn’t so large I can’t afford to close it up when I want to go away—although I’m thrifty enough to sublet it, probably.”

“What about your forthcoming marriage?” I asked bluntly.

Kay laughed. “I honestly don’t know when it will be. If I did know, I wouldn’t tell you—but I honestly don’t know. When I am married it will be as a private citizen of no consequence. I won’t be in the limelight anymore and there is no reason my wedding should be given more than passing comment. It won’t be immediately, though. I have rented my house because I intended going to Europe. On account of conditions there I am going to take the South Seas cruise instead and when I return I will have to live in an apartment until the lease on my house expires.

“When I built the house I had no intention of being married and now, when the lease expires, it will have to be remodeled slightly in order to provide accommodations for Erik. But whether we’ll be married here in Hollywood, in New York, or eventually, in Europe, I still don’t know.

icantwait1“Erik Barnekow, whom I’m going to marry, is in the aviation business. His interests necessitate his spending six months a year in Europe and six months here.

“We’ll take side trips during the time we’re abroad and of the six months we’re in this country some of the time will be spent in New York (which I adore) and some of the time here in Hollywood.

“I have many friends in New York in no way connected with pictures. When I first came to Hollywood I had outside friends here, too, but it is almost impossible to keep up those friendships when you’re working. When I’ve been in New York it has been on vacations, so I’ve been able to do as I please, but in Hollywood it has been different. I used to have friends in Santa Barbara and San Francisco but I could never see them as often as I wished. Now I can renew all those friendships.

“I’ve been fortunate in acquiring more real friends than most people have. I think they are fond enough of me that they’ll still enjoy seeing me whether I’m prominent or not.”

That last scene had been finished during this conversation and Kay prepared to leave the set. “May I come with you to your dressing room and finish this conversation?” I asked.

Kay looked at me for a moment and her eyes misted.

“I have no dressing room anymore,” she said simply. “I purposely gave it up about a week ago. For the past week I’ve been going to the make-up department every morning and using the dressing room here on the set. I didn’t want to become maudlin or sentimental.

“This is the first picture I’ve finished out here that I haven’t had a party for the cast and crew afterward. But this time is different. I knew I’d start crying and so would some of the others. I didn’t want to say goodbye that way. I want to remember all these people as friends with whom I used to kid—with whom I had swell times. I don’t want to remember them—or have them remember me—with long faces and red eyes. I want to saunter off the lot and out of their lives as casually as though the picture weren’t finished and we’d be meeting again in the morning.”

She faced me suddenly.

“Dick, there is one favor you can do for me. There are three things I would like cleared up before I’m a ‘Forgotten Woman.’ As a private citizen none of them is really important, but the public has been kind and loyal to me and I don’t want to leave it under any misapprehensions. The first thing is my retirement. Please emphasize that I have never-despite anything they made have read to the contrary—said I will never make another picture. I have only said I will never sign another long-term contract. I have no plans for future pictures. I plan to be gone indefinitely and it may be that when I return no one will want me. But, as I told you before, if a producer should offer me a good part when I’m in Hollywood, I’ll jump at it.

The second thing concerns my age. When I first came out here I was under contract to Paramount. I have never been sensitive about my age and was perfectly willing to have it published. But Paramount said, ‘No!’ They merely publicized that I was born on Friday, the 13th of January. Reporters consulted almanacs and found the 13th of January fell in the years 1899 and 1911.

“One made me younger and the other older. They arbitrarily selected 1899 as the year of my birth. Actually it was 1905 and I am 34.

“The last thing concerns my marriages. Reporters insist I have already been married four times and this will be my fifth. When you’ve been married that many times, one more or less doesn’t matter, but I have actually been married three times and this will be my fourth. I’m not trying to make excused for myself but two of those marriages and divorces took place before I was 22. The first was to Dwight Francis, the second to William A. Gaston. My supposed third marriage was to John Meehan, a writer. When this news broke he sent me a kidding wire: “When did all this happen? I must have been asleep or on a trip around the world.” He was dialogue director on my first picture and while we’re good friends we were never married.

“The third marriage was to Kenneth MacKenna, and now this one to Erik Barnekow.”

She held out her hand.

“Good-by, darling,” she whispered huskily. “You’ve been awfully sweet to me. Come and see me when I get back. You—“Suddenly she dropped my hand, turned and ran off the stage—out, into her car.

I watched the car move down the street and out through the studio gates.

My own eyes misted.

A star was dimmed.

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5 Years of Kay Francis’ Life & Career

Reflecting on 5 years of Kay Francis Films…

kayfrancis508When I was switching hosts back in late November, 2014, I reread my original writing for the “About” page, and I found much of what I originally wrote still is adequate today, but I think I have a bit more to say…

It wasn’t just about Kay Francis. I wanted to build a collection for people to learn about an “old movie star” who isn’t on everyone’s lips. I wanted to find someone who could properly showcase everything the studio system in the Golden Age of Hollywood represented. To show its pros and cons; to show what made it magnificent and terrible all at the same time. Kay Francis couldn’t have been a better choice.

Kay Francis was selected for superstardom by Warner Bros., and successfully emerged as one of the most important figures in the entire movie industry of her time. Then, for one reason or another, Warner Bros. set out to destroy her career (as reviews of her later films from the time confirm). I do not look at Kay Francis as Hollywood’s ultimate victim—I see her more as the best example of how stars were created and destroyed by the studios who literally “owned” them.

Actors and actresses of that time—unless they freelanced, which was rare—were signed by contracts in which they had no say in what films they made. When the studio found a formula that worked, every movie a star made followed that formula until the public became weary of it. If an actress of that time lasted 5 years at the top, she had had a good run. If she lasted 10 years on top, that was something to be proud of. Anything longer was practically unheard of.

Kay fits the 5-years at the top category. While she first began leading roles at Paramount in 1930, it wasn’t until 1932 when she signed with Warner Bros. she became a superstar. This lasted through 1937. By 1939 her career was virtually finished (though she barely hung on for another decade). Her falling out with Warner Bros.—their demotion of her to B pictures to promote Bette Davis for a much smaller salary—is well documented on this website. I do not need to go into that here.

When my serious admiration for old movies first began around 2004 (I was a young teen at the time), there wasn’t a lot of social media out there (maybe Xanga, LiveJournal, prehistoric MySpace). In the early 2000s, actual old movie star websites were the norm. Some crappy, yes, but others were excellent with an ample amount of information for a young fan to learn from. As social media began to rise those websites faded into online profiles with a ton of great photos but little information otherwise.

I wanted to run a website where people can learn anything at any time. An outlet where the information is accessible, and isn’t lost as new posts are published.

Today, five years after Kay Francis’ Life and Career debuted, I am extremely proud of keeping this website for fans not only of Kay Francis, but old Hollywood and film as a whole medium to have quick access to for anything they want to know about her. With the encyclopedia and all of my other information on here, there is more than enough to learn about other stars who also knew or worked with Kay, too.

While I may not possess the strongest writing skills, I still continue to offer a detailed biography, chronology, and now an encyclopedia to expand upon for more information of Kay Francis to be gathered & used by anyone interested. And, of course, the film pages offer a ton of information about her film work, as do the pages for her stage and television work as well.

kayfrancis5108The huge collection of photographs on this website—easily the largest gallery for Kay Francis—is a great opportunity for fans and industry people to use for inspiration and knowledge of the publicity from movie making many, many years ago.

Some say it’s better. I just think it’s different.

I wanted to say thank you to all of the individuals who have emailed me over the years congratulating me on my work here, and offering pieces of information to include. It inspires me to continue working on maintaining the legacy for this exotic film star who insisted she wanted to be forgotten, but appears to be anything but.

Michael O’Hanlon,
February 16, 2015

Kay Francis DVDs

On March 23, 2009 Warner Bros. released their Archive Collection. Since then, this beautiful collection has released literally hundreds of movies for the first time ever for home video. With the boom of the internet and social media and Turner Classic Movies (which shows primarily films from the Warner Bros, MGM, and RKO catalogs), Kay Francis and her colleagues have enjoyed a tremendous resurgence. Once forgotten and deemed “non-profitable” she has her fair-share of home-video availability that is only growing thanks to the Warner Bros. Archive collection.It is only fair that Warner Bros. treat her right. I mean, she was their Queen during the Great Depression, and their highest paid star in 1935, ’36,’ ’37, and ’38. They have done an excellent job with her home video releases within the last few years.

The first table contains single available DVDs. The following table contains films of Kay’s available in collections from the Archive.

DVDs that are not from the Archive follow at the bottom of the page. But the focus here is on this fabulous collection. Click here to visit the Archive home page. Click here to visit Kay’s page on their site. The films are also available for purchase on the Turner Classic Movies website. Transactions are strictly between you and the sellers. I do not receive profit from the sales.

 NEW RELEASES AS OF 08/25/2015!
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 I Found Stella Parish
The White Angel
 dvdconfession  dvdtouch
 The Feminine Touch

 forthedefensedvd  raffles-double-feature-dvd_200

For The Defense
(From the Universal
Vault Collection)

 streetwomendvd  onewaypassagedvd  housedvd
Street of Women
One Way Passage
The House on 56th Street
 wonderbardvd  britishagentdvd  velvetdvd
Wonder Bar
British Agent
Living on Velvet
 goosedvd  strandeddvd  givemedvd
The Goose and the Gander
Give Me Your Heart
 stolendvd  another-dawn-dvd_200  kingofunderworlddvd
Stolen Holiday
Another Dawn
King of the Underworld
 innameonlydvd  playgirldvd  wifewanteddvd
In Name Only
Play Girl
Wife Wanted


 forbiddenhollywood4dvd  mandalaydvdfbh6
Forbidden Hollywood Volume 4 Includes:Jewel Robbery

Man Wanted

Forbidden Hollywood Volume 6Includes:Mandalay

Non-Archive DVDs
Click here for the redirect to the TCM page for view/purchase.
 dvdtrouble  dvdwaltonscollection
 Trouble in Paradise
 When the Daltons Rhode
 dvdlittlemen  dvdjills
 Little Men
 Four Jills in a Jeep

Books About Kay Francis

booksmainThe following is list with books about or that make mention to Kay. Some of the books have excerpts and notes about the book itself. There are only three books entirely about Kay Francis. Two are biographies and the other is a career retrospective. 

Other stars might get new bios with rehashed information released every year, but Kay got the opportunity to have three excellent books released within three years of each other. All are excellent.

Books with mentions to her follow these biographies regarding her life and career. They are listed by title, which is linked to take you directly to where you can find further information/excerpts if available.

If you know of any other books which make mention to Kay Francis and would like to submit them to be viewed on this site, please email me.

[Click here to read the notorious “I Can’t Wait to Be Forgotten” article from the March 1939 issue of Photoplay.]

 Kay Francis Biographies:

The Complete Kay Francis Career Record

Kay Francis: A Passionate Life & Career

Kay Francis: I Can’t Wait to be Forgotten


bookscareerrecordThe Complete Kay Francis Career Record

by Lynn Kear and John Rossman

Information: This is probably one of the best books ever assembled about the career of a Hollywood star. A good portion of the information on this site is sourced to this excellent book, and it should be an essential addition to any movie-buff’s library.

Excerpt: (from the Give Me Your Heart notes) Others considered for Kay’s role included Ann Harding, Claudette Colbert, and Bette Davis. Although Kay worked with Archie Mayo on several pictures, they didn’t like each other. He even went so far as to tell her she couldn’t act. After one argument on this picture, Kay walked off the set.


bookspassionatelifeKay Francis: A Passionate Life and Career

by Lynn Kear and John Rossman

Information: An excellently detailed account of Kay’s life, including interesting notes to the text with a detailed filmography and chronology for Kay. The book is dedicated to James Robert Parish, a long-time Kay fan and also the writer of the foreword for Kear’s and Rossman’s other Kay book, The Complete Kay Francis Career Guide. Among the many features here is a stunning photo of Kay for the front-piece.

Excerpt: The Warner Brothers films of the late 1930’s simply were not as good as the ones produced in the early 1930’s. An example is Kay’s first 1937 feature, Stolen Holiday, with Ian Hunter and Claude Rains. Certainly it was an expensive picture, and reviewers pointed to Kay’s numerous costume changes, but the fault lay in the script. It wasn’t interesting or compelling.


booksbeforgottenKay Francis: I Can’t Wait to Be Forgotten

by Scott O’Brien

Information: Long-time Kay fan Scott O’Brien pulled together this biography which really details her film career. Kear and Rossman take more time on Kay’s private life, and her films are given a second lead. O’Brien has taken the time to give great detail about Kay’s movies, critical and public reception of them, and a few box office numbers and poll rankings here and there. It’s a great read, and loaded with some really great photographs. Another bonus is TCM’s Robert Osborne wrote the introduction!

Excerpt: Kay’s first “old hat” for 1937 had the working title Mistress of Fashion. The film proved an almost happy marriage of fashion and a high-level swindling scandal that had rocked the French government a few years before. The event was known as the Bayonne Pawnshop Scandals/Stavisky Affair. Multimillion-franc swindler Stavisky was protected by police officials and legislators whom he apparantly paid off. Claude Rains is brilliant as a Stavisky-like character named Stefan Orloff.


Books which make reference to
Kay Francis…

All My Yesterdays
An Autobiography of Hal Wallis
Anthony Perkins: Split Image
At the Center of the Frame
Being and Becoming
Bette Davis: Mother Goddamn
Beyond Carnival
Bogie: A Celebration of the Life & Films
Buzz: The Life of Busby Berkeley
Cary Grant: A Biography
The Casablanca Man: The Cinema of Michael Curtiz
Clara Bow: Runnin’ Wild
Clark Gable: Tormented Star
Claude Rains: An Actor’s Voice
Complicated Women
Dangerous Men
Duty, Honor, Applause, America’s Entertainers in WWII
Ernst Lubitsch: Laughter in Paradise
Errol Flynn: The Life & Career
Eve Arden: Three Phases of Eve
The Films of Errol Flynn
The Films of Cary Grant
The Films of Carole Lombard
The Films of Fredric March
The Films of the Thirties
Forever Mame: The Life of Rosalind Russell
From Under My Hat
Ginger, Loretta & Irene Who?
Goldwyn: A Biography
The Great Movie Series
Hollywood Beauties
Hollywood Divas
Hollywood’s Great Love Teams
Hollywood Miracles of Entertainment
Hurrell’s Hollywood Portraits
Imitations of Life: A Reader on Film & Television
Katharine the Great
I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings
My Wicked, Wicked Ways
NY Times Guide to the Best 1,000 Movies Ever Made
On the Other Hand
The RKO Story
Ronald Colman: A Bio-Bibliography
The Secret Life of Humphrey Bogart
Sin in Soft Focus
The Star Machine
Studio Affairs: My Life as a Film Director
The United Artists Story
Warner Bros.: Hollywood’s Ultimate Backlot
William Powell: The Life and Films
With Love
A Woman’s View
The Women of Warner Bros.
The World According to Hollywood, 1918-1939

All My Yesterdays by Edward G. Robinson

[Note: Edward G. Robinson, Kay’s costar in I Loved a Woman, tells his life story in this interesting autobiography.]

An Autobiography of Hal Wallis by Hal Wallis and Charles Higham

[Note: The former Warner Brothers producer tell his life story, with references to Kay’s struggle at the studio.]


perkinsbookAnthony Perkins: Split Image by Charles Winecoff

Kenneth MacKenna, who was in town from Los Angeles for the holidays, offered Tony (Anthony Perkins) the chance to come to California for the following summer, promising to secure him a job as a messenger boy at MGM.

….Howard Bailey, sensing Tony’s dejection, got him a winter job in the Central Florida Drama Festival, kicking off the role of the teenage son in the W. Somerset Maugham/Guy Bolton comedy Theatre, which was to go on tour from there. The story of an aging actress’s desperate meant-to-be hilarious attempts to prove herself still sexually attractive to her husband (played by Bailey) and employers alike, Theatre was a vehicle almost too brutally close to home for its star, Kay Francis. One of Hollywood’s most glamorous and highly paid actresses during the 1930s (when she was briefly married to actor Kenneth MacKenna), she had worked for Paramount in pictures such as Ernst Lubitsch’s Trouble in Paradise, then moved to Warner Bros., where she’d gradually been eclipsed by Bette Davis. Francis was demoted to B pictures, and when Warners dropped her, she coproduced three low-budget vanity films at Monogram (Divorce, Allotment Wives, and Wife Wanted) before banishing herself to summer stock, where her name still had some drawing power.

Author Jess Gregg, who reviewed Theatre on opening night, remembered “Something terrible happened in the last act. I knew the play, I’d seen Cornelia Otis Skinner do it on Broadway and I’d read the book, and all of a sudden Kay had stopped playing the scene and was improvising. She was a very funny, savvy woman, and she was being marvelous, but it was obvious improvisation, and I realized she was covering for someone. It went on and on and I thought, ‘They’ve got to bring down the curtain,’ and then suddenly Tony made his entrance—but looking very different. He had no makeup on.” Tony had mistakenly thought that his role was done, and the stage manager had hustled him onto the stage at the last minute for the climax of the play.

Kay Francis later told Gregg it had been the worst five minutes of her life. And she kidded Tony about it mercilessly, but kindly, from then on. She had to be kind in the face of talent. “He’s very raw in many ways,” she confided in Gregg, “but you watch him. He’s going to be big.”



At the Center of the Frame by William M. Drew

[Note: A celebration of the leading ladies of the twenties and thirties.]



bookmlbbBeing and Becoming by Myrna Loy and James Kotsilibas

[Note: Myrna Loy’s honest, and informative autobiography makes good mention to Kay on a handful of circumstances. Since Kay was at Paramount while Myrna was at Warner Bros, and then Kay was at Warner Bros when Myrna moved over to MGM, their paths didn’t cross too much professionally.]

Excerpt: Losing Carole [Lombard], in a sense Hollywood’s first casualty of the war, devastated all of us and strengthened our will power to participate. I got into uniform for the Hollywood Chapter of Bundles for Bluejackets, helping to run the Naval Auxiliary Canteen at Long Beach, sharing the night shift with Kay Francis. Kay was a part of a group of friends from Arthur’s [Arthur Hornblow, Myrna’s husband who she doesn’t seem to realize Kay had slept with during their marriage!!] first marriage that sort of stuck with him after I came in. Edmund Lowe and George Fitzmaurice were others. They were a sophisticated bunch, Kay most of all. She was a little ahead of her time, using four-letter-words that shocked me terribly; but I liked her. We shared a reality beyond titles and organizations at Long Beach, handing out coffee and doughnuts and whatever reassurance we could to draftees bound for Hawaii. We saw untrained kids inducted, all so young and bewildered, an endless stream totally unprepared for war. It broke our hearts.

“We’re on yellow alert,” our military adviser warned one night. “Get ready to close up shop and be out of here by eleven.” Which we did pronto. Since a Japanese submarine had recently shelled an oil field near Santa Barbara, everyone overreacted at the slighted provocation. Kay and I, bordering on hysteria, were trying to drive home when we passed what is now Los Angeles International Airport. Then it served as a private landing-field for Howard Hughes and other fliers. This night–I will never forget it–there were dozens of planes lined up ominously in the dark with their propellers just turning, waiting for something to happen.

I barely reached home before all hell broke loose. It sounded like the end of the world. When I peeked from behind the tightly drawn curtains, the boys from Brooklyn were firing. Artillery fire, flares, and spotlights crisscrossed the sky. Arthur, who’d been asleep, came running downstairs in a panic. When I got through to my family, Mother was in hysterics. “Take it easy,” I said. “We’re all right.” Which turned out to be true. We had experienced the famous false air raid of 1942 that no one has ever really explained.

Bette Davis: Mother Goddamn by Bette Davis and Whitney Stine

[Note: Davis coauthors the story of her own life, mentioning Kay’s struggle at Warner Brothers for good parts.]

Beyond Carnival by James Naylor Green

Homosexuals, however, did not only go to the cinema for sex. Brazilian, American, and European movies played important roles in their lives in other ways. Kay Francis, who was born João Ferreira da Paz in the small town of Ague Preta in the backlands of the state of Pernambuco in 1912, grew up in abject rural poverty. In 1932, he had moved to Recife, the capital of the state, to work as a house servant. He went to the cinema quite frequently and became fixated on Kay Francis, one of Hollywood’s most highly paid stars of the 1930s. Sixty years later he still built his persona around this 1930s actress. Remembering the magic of her image projected onto the silver screen, he explained: “I wanted to be just like her. She was so glamorous. So I began to imitate her.” For the next half century, whenever he had the opportunity, João Ferreira da Paz became Kay Francis. During Carnival, at friends’ parties, and later at drag contests in Rio de Janeiro in the 1950s, he transformed himself into a dazzling copy of the Hollywood screen star. The Brazilian Kay Francis explained that his U.S. counterpart captured his imagination because she suffered so much in her movie roles yet always remained elegant and glamorous.

[Note: This is one of only a handful of books where readers will read about Kay being an icon in the Gay community. ]


booksboggieBogie: A Celebration of the Life and Films of Humphrey Bogart
By Richard Schicke, George Perry, Foreword by Stephen Bogart

[Notes: Information here is regarding King of the Underworld.]

A loose remake of the 1935 Paul Muni film Dr. Socrates casts Kay Francis in the role of a doctor compromised by a gangster with a Napoleonic complex, almost destroying her career, but who later outwits him together with his gang by temporarily blinding them with eye drops, and handing them over to justice. It fails through implausibly of plot, aimless direction, and overacting with Bogart as guilty as others for stretching the material. It was, however, the first film in which he was given star billing, with Francis, a former box-office heavyweight, relegated below the title and on her way out, but receiving a substantially higher salary than him.

Buzz: The Life and Art of Busby Berkeley
Jeffery Spivak, 2010
University Press of Kentucky 

“Kay Francis had a reputation for being difficult, but Buzz saw none of it: ‘I had been told by other directors that she had sometimes been tactless with co-workers and studio executives, but I saw no evidence of it on this picture. I do know she was unwilling to participate in the publicity game. That didn’t interest her at all. And it seemed to me she lacked that driving ambition an actress needs in order to get the best parts in films.’ When some visitors from Kansas came on the set, Buzz and Kay staged a ‘show’ for them. Unbeknownst to the Kansans, Buzz pretended to bawl Kay out, and she stormed off to her dressing room where she proceeded to tear up all her dresses. One visitor turned to another and said, ‘You see, that’s what I told you about these movie people!'”

booksgrantCary Grant: A Biography
By Marc Eliot

[Notes: This film briefly mentions In Name Only (1939)–only that it happened; with nothing else. So I included this passage.]

[Bringing Up Baby, 1938]’s failure also caused Harry Brandt, who was then president of the Independent Theatre Owners of America—an organization of exhibitors that monitored stars’ popularity in terms of how much their films earned—to quite famously point his finger at [Katharine] Hepburn, and accuse her of being “box office poison.” (Far less remembered, amid all the myths surrounding Brandt’s “damnation,” was the fact that Hepburn has been clustered by him with several other female movie stars, none of whom had had a particularly good year at the box office. The “bottom ten” list, with Hepburn holding the number one spot, also included such “A” stars as Joan Crawford, Greta Garbo, Marlene Dietrich, Kay Francis, and five other lesser names, all to a greater or lesser degree victims of the public’s changing taste.)

bookscasablanca The Casablanca Man: The Cinema of Michael Curtiz
by James C. Robertson

[Note: A well-constructed book about the life and work of one Kay’s most frequent directors. Robertson make informative references to Kay’s work with Curtiz. Regarding the plot of Stolen Holiday: Rains does not commit suicide. He is gunned down by the police, who set it up to make Kay believe he committed suicide.]

From The Charge of the Light Brigade Curtiz moved on to Stolen Holiday, filmed from July to September 1936 as a medium-budget Kay Francis vehicle. It was loosely based upon the life of Parisian fashion model designer Gabrielle Chanel, her affair with a British nobleman, and the 1934 Alexander Stavisky scandal in France. But since Madame Stavisky was a former mannequin, Warners sought to avoid possible legal and political complications by name changes for the principal characters and script amendments playing down the social drama and instead concentrating upon an artificial love interest. Curtiz was unenthusiastic about the project, with good reason, as evidenced by the completed film. Ambitious dress-maker Francis teams up with unscrupulous fortune-hunter Claude Rains. When trouble overtakes them, she stands by him until he commits suicide so that she can marry her newly found true love, staid British diplomat Ian Hunter. The first half, based upon Casey Robinson’s imaginative script, is excellent economical narrative until the romantic theme submerges it and effectively converts the film into mundane, passable fare. As one British reviewer noted, it might have been a top-notch movie if the scandal story had been left to run its natural course…

Although it was not the film Curtiz had sought to make, Stolen Holiday none the less retains interest for his handling of the scandal drama element—it was significant that he fell well behind schedule while he was filming these early sequences—and for his contact with Rains. The latter produces a noteworthy performance in only his third film for Warners, which presaged a fruitful collaboration between the two men for the next eleven years. Francis also turned in her best performance since British Agent, which enabled her to prop up a declining career for several more years, although Stolen Holiday made only a token profit for its time and was one of Curtiz’s least successful later 1930s movies.

Clara Bow: Runnin’ Wild by David Stenn

[Note: This Bow bio mentions Kay’s and Clara’s work in Dangerous Curves.]

gablestarClark Gable: Tormented Star
By David Bret

Carole was bombarded with questions concerning the divorce. Would they marry now that Clark was free? She refused to comment herself either way. The divorce had come smack in the middle of negotiations for a new contract that saw her signing a three-picture deal with RKO for a staggering $450,000—far more than Clark ever dreamed of earning. Her first film was to be In Name Only, monopolizing on the Gable situation. In this drama, starring another of her lavender friends [webmaster’s note: lavender was a “code word” for homosexual], Cary Grant, she played the mistress of a married man whose wife, Kay Francis, refuses to grant him a divorce. Carole joked with reporters in what would be her only reference to recent events, “If I’d been the casting director, I’d have given Ria Kay’s part because the old bag’s got a monopoly on hearts of stone!”


Claude Rains: An Actor’s Voice
By David Skal

Rain’s next film, Stolen Holiday (1937), saw Rains once again playing a mustached scoundrel, this time Stefan Orloff, an unscrupulous Russian financer in the world of Parisian high fashion, loosely based on the career of Serge Alexander Stavisky (a role later essayed by Jean Paul Belmondo in Alain Resnais’s Stavisky). Stolen Holiday did not make many waves, although it marked Rains’ first collaboration with director Michael Curtiz, with whom he was destined to do much more celebrated work. Although leading lady Kay Francis and Rains made an attractive screen couple, he found her to be a “hoity-toity” actress, and, at one point, oblivious to his professional needs [webmaster’s note: by other accounts, Rains was rude to Francis as she towered over him in physical height]. During the shooting of cutaways (inserted, individual close-ups that aid the editing of a previous take involving more than one person), it is considered good form for the off-screen performer to feed lines to the on-camera actor in order to maintain continuity. When Francis repeatedly failed to make eye contact, Rains finally asked, “Miss Francis, could you please look at me?” She did, but only after making her umbrage and annoyance perfectly clear. It was the kind of petty disregard that rankled Rains professionally, and always would. About Stolen Holiday, the New York Times said only, “If the picture is at all distinguished, it is because Claude Rains does a superb job with the character.” [Webmaster’s note: a complete review from the New York Times can be read here.]

bookscwmlComplicated Women by Mick LaSalle

[Note: This is one of my favorite books about Hollywood. LaSalle reviews the work of many dismissed leading ladies from a more honest, positive perspective without ever getting fluffy. He also only writes about the movies he actually views, unlike other authors.]

Excerpt: These days Kay Francis is remembered, if at all, for three things. She is remembered as a cinematic clotheshorse of the first order. She is remembered for having twouble pwonouncing her R’s. And she is remembered for a real-life incident, in which she showed up at a publicist’s door, drunk and naked, saying “I’m not a star. I’m a woman and I want to get fucked.” Such were the perks of a 1930’s press agent.

…She was also a real live actress. From the beginning, despite a tendency to scowl whenever she had to indicate anger, she was competent and emotionally honest. By 1933, Francis had put it all together as an actress and star. Too warm to and matter-of-fact to be of blue blood, she played women of modest backgrounds who, at the same time, were comfortable in the upper reaches of society. She was a vision of elegance, good nature, and intelligence–and she brought a natural authority to her roles as a professional woman.

Dangerous Men: Pre-Code Hollywood and the Birth of the Modern Man by Mick LaSalle
[Note: This is Mick LaSalle’s follow-up to his highly-successful Complicated Women. While there isn’t much information on Kay Francis here, he does discuss I Loved a Woman (1933).]

Excerpt: Right now, the least-available pre-Code films are the ones owned by Universal. If Universal only owned Universal, well, that would hurt. But Universal also owns the pre-Code Paramounts, and Paramount is just indispensable. That’s where William Powell, Maurice Chevalier, Gary Cooper, Fredric March, and Charles Laughton did much of their work, as did high-power actresses such as Nancy Carroll, Ruth Chatterton, Claudette Colbert, Jeanette MacDonald, Carole Lombard, Kay Francis, and Miriam Hopkins.

For years, Universal was known, to those of us who care, as an Evil Empire among film libraries. Fortunately, in recent years, something of  thaw has set in. More titles have hit the video market and prints of some classics have made their way to theaters. Still, if Universal is no longer the Evil Empire, it remains, as of this writing [2003], at the early Gorbachev stage, with no Yeltsin on the horizon.

Duty, Honor, Applause: America’s Entertainers in World War II 
by Gary L. Bloomfield

Excerpt: On a lighter note, Carole Landis and several other starlets had toured North Africa in late 1942, entertaining the troops. Landis kept a daily journal of their experiences, and after returning to Hollywood to put everything together for a book. In 1944, Fox made the book into Four Jills in a Jeep, with Mitzi Mayfair, Kay Francis, and Martha Raye in a lightened recreation of their trek from England to the Dark Continent. Other guest stars included Jimmy Dorsey and his band, George Jessel, Betty Grable, Carmen Miranda, Dick Haymes, Alice Faye, and Phil Silvers.

Ernst Lubitsch: Laughter in Paradise by Scott Eyman

[Note: Biography of Lubitsch, with mentions to Kay during the Trouble in Paradise shoot.]

booksflynnErrol Flynn: The Life and Career
By Thomas McNulty

Another Dawn was another romantic melodrama, this time set on a desert military post in Iraq. Kay Francis was chosen as Flynn’s love interest. Francis was a popular star in the so-called “weepies” during the thirties. Although she was not classically beautiful in the sense Greta Garbo personified beauty, she was attractive and carried herself well. She was never a great actress and her participation was primarily for name recognition. Executives at Warners wanted Flynn teamed with popular actresses to capitalize on his romantic screen presence.

Another Dawn emphasized his dashing good looks and his reliable heroics. The solitary action scene—a desert battle against Arabs—left reviewers wishing for an epic. The romance with Kay Francis is nothing less than silly. Their characters are restrained and talkative. Flynn, however, is charismatic on screen. It was apparent his was a personality that craved the bold, romantic approach that made him so popular in Captain Blood and The Charge of the Light Brigade. All the same, his name sold tickets and both Green Light and Another Dawn achieved their purpose of keeping Flynn’s image in the public eye.

Eve Arden: Three Phases of Eve by Eve Arden

[Note: Arden, Kay’s costar in Women in the Wind, talks about her experiences with Kay during the shoot.]

The Films of Errol Flynn by Rudy Behlmer and Clifford McCarty

[Note: Behlmer and McCarty make reference to Kay’s work with Flynn in Another Dawn.]

The Films of Cary Grant by Donald. Deschner

[Note: Deschner makes reference to Kay’s work with Grant in In Name Only.]

The Films of Carole Lombard by Frederick C. Ott

[Note: Ott makes reference to Kay’s work with Lombard in Ladies’ Man and In Name Only.]

The Films of Fredric March by Lawrence Quirk

[Note: Quirk makes reference to Kay’s work with March in The Marriage Playground and Strangers In Love.]

Excerpt (RE Strangers in Love): Lothar Mendes, the director,  kept all this deceptive stuff rotating nicely, and of course all comes out right in the end, with Buddy managing to expose his brother’s forgery of their father’s will and achieving a romantic understanding with Miss Francis. Though it was pretentious and essentially light-weight fare, the picture did give March the chance to get in some clever characterizational nuances.

The Films of the Thirties by Jerry Vermilye

[Note: At least two of Kay’s movies are listed in this book, Mandalay and Trouble in Paradise.]


Forever Mame: The Life of Rosalind Russell
By Bernard F. Dick

In 1940, Rosalind knew she was a star. But she also knew that star billing—in the sense of one’s name appearing not just above the title, but in first place as well—reflected the actor’s importance to the studio or his or her popularity, but not necessarily the film’s quality. In The Feminine Touch (1941), Rosalind’s name was above the title, followed by those of her co-stars, Don Ameche and Kay Francis. It was also one of her least impressive performances.

…In The Feminine Touch, however, [Van] Heflin bellowed his lines in accordance with Van Dyke’s idea of repartee. Heflin was not the only offender; he was part of a trio of shouters, comprised of Rosalind, Ameche, and, to some extent, Francis, who alone endowed the film with an aura of sophistication—something Rosalind might have provided if the film had been recast with William Powell as the professor, Myrna Loy as his wife, and Rosalind as the assistant. She would not have had star billing, but she would have had a better part.

…someone must have thought that a hair-pulling fight between Rosalind and Kay Francis would evoke memories of The Women. Donald Meek intervenes, positioning himself between Rosalind and Francis, presumable to double the laughs. Mercifully, the scene is brief, as the three fall down, and the shots fade out—and not a moment too soon.

From Under My Hat by Hedda Hopper

[Note: Gossip-queen Hedda Hopper tells the story of her experiences in Hollywood.]

Ginger, Loretta, and Irene Who? by George Eells

[Note: This book tells the “story” of several forgotten leading ladies. Unfortunately, Eells makes Kay out to be a bitter recluse.]

booksgoldwynGoldwyn: A Biography
By A. Scott Berg

On Raffles, it was that of Harry D’Arrast, the director, a hot-tempered Basque. After but a few days of filming, Goldwyn did not like what he saw. “I think it was all playing too fast for Goldwyn, and he had trouble making out some of the words,” recalled Humberstone. “Harry D’Arrast said that comedy had to be played at a certain speed, but Goldwyn didn’t think it fit in with Colman’s style.” Invectives flew. “You and I don’t speak the same language, Mr. Goldwyn,” the director allegedly said. “I’m sorry, Mr. D’Arrast,” replied Goldwyn, “but it’s my money that’s buying the language!” D’Arrast was fired, and George Fitzmaurice (who continued to direct for Goldwyn after their partnership dissolved) was on the job next morning. His leading lady was Kay Francis, who had just appeared in the Marx Brothers’ first film, The Cocoanuts.

With practically all the nation’s theaters now wired for sound, Raffles was the last picture Goldwyn produced in both a silent and a talking version. It grossed more than $1 million, $200,000 in profit. “Considering the condition of the country,” Goldwyn wrote Abe Lehr in a memorandum dated October 2, 1930, “I think this is marvelous. Goldwyn continued his search for properties and a leading lady worthy of his star.

The Great Movie Series by James Robert Parish
Parish dedicated the book to Kay Francis, featuring a glamour pose on the dedication page.

Hollywood Beauties by James Robert Parish

Hollywood Divas by James Robert Parish
One of the 70 mini-chapters is about Kay.

bookshollywoodgreatloveteamsHollywood’s Great Love Teams by James Robert Parish

[Note: This enormous book by Parish details the pairings of many Hollywood teams from the 20’s right up through the 60’s. Kay Francis and George Brent are one of the selected teams Parish writes about. In this book all of the films are analyzed with plot information and reviews by Parish. Included are many great photographs and history about what the players accomplished after their final screen parings.]

Excerpt: Because Kay Francis so frequently glided oncamera through the lofty realms of chic life, displaying little deep emotion, too many viewers assumed that the loss of her Warner Bros. studio contract did not affect her. However it did affect her tremendously. She was terribly bitter about this career reversal right up to her death. Her pal Carole Lombard maneuvered Francis into a meaty role in RKO’s In Name Only (1939), but thereafter it was professionally downhill and fast for Francis. Walter Huston, with whom she had starred on stage in the 1920s and later in her first film, Gentlemen of the Press (1929), requested her for his co-lead in Always in My Heart (1942) and Warner Bros. acquiesced. On “Lux Radio Theatre” in 1943 she and George Brent reunited to perform The Lady is Willing. In 1944-46 she co-produced and starred in a trilogy of low-budgeted Monogram features which effectively ended her once glamorous screen stardom. She then replaced Ruth Hussey on Broadway in 1946 in State of the Union, and, after recuperating from an overdose of pills during a road tour in Ohio, she continued to appear in summer stock productions (Theatre in 1952 was her last), and occasionally on television. When she died of cancer in August of 1968, she left her large estate—worth nearly two million dollars—mostly for the raising and training of guide dogs for the blind.

Hollywood Miracles of Entertainment by John Howard Reid

[Note: The only relation to Kay is detailed information about Women in the Wind.]

Hurrell’s Hollywood Portraits by Mark A. Vieira

[Note: There’s only one photograph of Kay in here, so don’t expect much at all about Kay, but this is an excellent book with detailed information.]



booksimlImitations of Life: A Reader on Film & Television by Marcia Landy

Excerpt: …Kay Francis leaves second-rate night clubs to find fame and dignity as a dramatic artist on the English Stage (Comet over Broadway). These later films, because of the personalities of their directors or their screenwriters, show –with a certain bitterness- that money alone can put a woman on an equal footing with the society that rejects her. Instead of showing us mothers burrowing into anonymity, undergoing their punishment and sacrificing themselves for the sake of their child, these films set up and opposite model of women who reconquer their dignity by coming out of anonymity.

One can isolate the case of Kay Francis, in whom one finds the insistent motif of the stage (I Found Stella Parish, Confession, Comet over Broadway), nostalgia for the bourgeois ideal of house and home (The House on 56th Street which parallels the moral decline of the woman with the physical decay of the house where she lives) and sacrifice for her daughter (Sybil Jason plays the daughter in both Stella Parish and Comet). This last theme, the most clearly drawn, is exploited in a particularly troubling manner in The House on 56th Street and Confession where Kay Francis kills, or takes on the responsibility for a crime, in order to protect her daughter from falling into her own “sin” (gambling in House, love of the same man in Confession). This treatment of the theme of motherhood corroborates the idea of a Christian vision of Eve’s Fall as operating in the maternal melo, the daughter seeming ready to follow exactly the same degrading itinerary as her mother.

If Kay Francis was able to inaccurate such a reactionary ideology as late as 1939, it was because the outdated aspect of the plot was fortunately balanced by the cleansing speed and irony of the Warners professionals. But we must recognize that with a few exceptions here and there, the European vein of the maternal melo is eminently reactionary in the ideological perspective of the New Deal.

Katharine the Great by Darwin Porter

About an hour later, Kay Francis herself, attired in mink, a black silk gown, and high heels, paraded into the Roosevelt Hotel to meet Kenneth’s [MacKenna, Kay’s future third husband] “New York friends.”

Surely, no two actresses were as different as Katharine Hepburn and Oklahoma-born Kay Francis, a brunette leading lady with sad eyes and the most lavish wardrobe in Hollywood. Kate was immediately amused that Francis could not pronounce her R’s. Kenneth had met Kay Francis when appearing in the film, The Virtuous Sin. The movie was directed by George Cukor, and Kenneth steadfastly maintained that the homosexual director virtually chased him –“with tongue panting” –across the set during the entire shoot, “but he just isn’t my type.”

Both Kate and Laura [Harding] were stunned to learn that Kenneth was marrying Francis, because they’d heard stories that she was a lesbian.

By coincidence, Francis in 1946 would appear on stage in the play State of the Union. Two years later, Kate would appear in the 1948 MGM film of the same play with Spencer Tracy. But at the time of their first meeting, the two women had little in common. Kate was a shabby dresser, and Francis was the over-dresser, claiming that “even if the script is bad, women will come to see me for my wardrobe.”

When Kenneth went off to order spiked drinks, and Laura went into the ladies room, Francis took her hand and slowly began to fondle Kate’s legs encased in pants. Before Laura and Kenneth returned, Francis suggested that Kate visit her some night at her place. She also invited Kate to her wedding to Kenneth.

Although Kate promised to accept both invitations, she never did.

Maya Angelou’s I know Why The Caged Bird Sings 
A Casebook Edited by Joanne M. Braxton

The seventeenth chapter tells about Maya’s and Bailey’s viewing of movies starring Kay Francis, who resembles their mother, and describes how Maya turns the stereotypical deception of black people in Hollywood movies onto the unknowing white members of the audience. As the whites snicker at the Stepin Fetchit-like black chauffeur in one Kay Francis comedy, Maya turns the joke on them:

“I laughed too, but not at the hateful jokes… I laughed because, except that she was white, the big movie star looked just like my mother. Except that she lived in a big mansion with a thousand servants, she lived just like my mother. And it was funny to think of the whitefolks’ not knowing that the woman they were adoring could be my mother’s twin, except that she was white and my mother was prettier. Much prettier.”

bookswickedMy Wicked, Wicked Ways
By Errol Flynn

[Notes: Flynn’s autobiography. This brief mention of Kay seems to be his only mention of her.]

It was around the time I was in the comedy Four’s a Crowd that I became a swashbuckler. At the time this griped me, but today, what’s it matter?

Joan Blondell was my leading lady in The Perfect Specimen. I had earlier made my second film, Don’t Bet on Blondes, with Claire Dodd. There was Green Light, with Anita Louise, and Another Dawn with Kay Francis; then The Prince and the Pauper.

You went from one picture to another swiftly, a month or two or three for the making of each. There’d be a half-dozen pictures “in the can” and you’d be making your sixth or seventh, with others not yet released. Then they released them, one after another, every month or two, and you found yourself a household word, famous all over the movie-going sphere.

The New York Times Guide to the Best 1,000 Movies Ever Made 

by The Staff of the New York Times

[Note: These books usually just list the same movies over again. More appropriate titles should be similar to “The 100 Greatest Movie You Must See Again!!” They’re so predictable, but at least, with 1000 greatest movies, this one includes more originality. Of course, the only movie of Kay’s referenced to in here is Trouble in Paradise.]

On the Other Hand by Fay Wray

[Note: Wray’s autobiography, which includes information about her work with Kay in Behind the Make-Up.]

booksRKOstoryThe RKO Story by Richard B. Jewel
with Vernon Harbin, Arlington House, 1982.

[Note: Jewel, who also later published an article regarding the film grosses for RKO, co-wrote this enormous book detailing every film RKO produced/released year by year. Information, similar to the excerpts below, is also included for Francis’ other RKO features, Transgression (1931) and Little Men (1940).]

The information on In Name Only (1939):

The class “A” melodrama of the year was In Name Only, a screen adaptation, by Richard Sherman, of Bessie Breuer’s novel Memory of Love. John Cromwell returned to RKO to handle the direction for producer George Haight. Given a sterling cast topped by Cary Grant (right), Carole Lombard (left), and Kay Francis, Cromwell was able to transform a clichéd story about a loveless marriage into a poignant drama of emotional torment. The plot was well-worn: Francis had married Grant only for his wealth and position, an intolerable arrangement which drives him into the arms of widow Lombard. Francis agrees to divorce her husband, but changes her mind, then threatens to sue Lombard for alienating Grant’s affections. Not surprisingly, all the problems were resolved in the end. The picture succeeded largely because of Cromwell’s discreet handling of the material. Even Kay Francis, cast as a domestic monster, underplayed admirably, and the overall result was a mature study of love, and passions of both happy and unhappy. Charles Coburn, Helen Vinson, Katharine Alexander, Johnathan Hale, Nella Walker, Alan Baxter, Maurice Moscovich, Peggy Ann Garner (center) and Spencer Charters were also cast.

The information on Play Girl (1940): 

An old-fashioned gold-digger story starring Kay Francis, Play Girl was another in a long line of lightweight, irksome RKO comedies. In this one, a fortune-hunter (Francis, left) who is now
losing her charms, decides to pass on the tricks of the trade to a young novice (Mildred Coles) who soon finds herself the victim of an age-old conflict between love and her “career.” Fortunately, the objects of her affections (James Eillison, center) turns out to have $11 million in addition to his other attractions, and thus Mildred’s dilemma is solved. Jerry Cady’s overwritten story and screenplay Frank Woodruff’s direction were good for one or two laughs. Cliff Reid produced with Nigel Bruce, Margaret Hamilton, Katharine Alexander (right), George P. Huntely, Charles Quigley, Georgia Carroll, Kane Richmond, Stanley Andrews and Selmer Jackson completing the cast.

Ronald Colman: A Bio-Bibliography by Sam Frank

[Note: Frank makes mention to Kay’s work with Colman in Raffles and Cynara.]

The Secret Life of Humphrey Bogart by Darwin Porter

[Note: Another gossipy Porter sex book about a legendary Hollywood icon.]

Sin in Soft Focus by Mark A. Vieira

[Note: Another one of my favorites, with great, glossy photographs and detailed information about pre-Code Hollywood.]

bookssmThe Star Machine by Jeanine Basinger

[Note: Great book about various stars, critiques on their careers during the height of Hollywood’s Golden Age in the 1930’s and 40’s. Kay isn’t mentioned directly here, but Basinger does discuss her during her analysis of William Powell’s and Errol Flynn’s careers.]

Excerpt: With the success of Charge [The Charge of the Green Light Brigade], Flynn made four movies in 1937: Green Light, The Prince and the Pauper, Another Dawn, and The Perfect Specimen. None is a major film, although Green Light is well directed by Frank Borzage…His other films were tests of both his strength at the box-office and his ability to support leading ladies. Another Dawn is purely a woman’s film, starring Warners’ resident female box-office draw, Kay Francis. She is the star. Flynn is her support. He plays an army officer at an African British outpost, and Francis is torn between her love for him and her husband, played by Ian Hunter. (Some choice! [Basinger’s joke, not mine. But I do agree!]) Flynn looks fantastic in uniform, and Francis is stunning in white flannel coats and long slinky gowns. (They embrace while the sands blow, the natives rise up, but everything turns out okay.) The movie is a reasonably intelligent presentation of a love affair that has nowhere to go, and Flynn was anyone’s idea of a desirable lover, looking tanned and trim and super elegant.

Studio Affairs: My Life as a Film Director by Vincent Sherman

Excerpt: Brynie and I became good friends, and during the next few months he kept me busy writing a rewriting various scripts. One day he called to tell me that Warner, in an effort to get rid of Kay Francis, who had once been a big money maker for the studio but whose last few pictures had failed, had notified her that she would be assigned to making pictures for him (Brynie). Warner hoped that she would refuse and walk out on her contract. She was getting, I was told, five thousand dollars per week, making her one of the highest-paid leading ladies in Hollywood. However, she did not walk out. She said that as long as they paid her her salary, she would sweep the stage if they gave her a broom. I admired her.

[Note: Sherman does go on to give a good detailed account of his work with Kay in My Bill and King of the Underworld.]



booksUAstoryThe United Artists Story by Ronald Bergan, Crown Publishers,
Inc., 1986.

[Note: An excellent resource for the films released by United Artists, including pages upon pages of photographs, and general film information for each movie released by the studio. Really no financial information and not too many insightful bits of information from the studio files about the films. Interesting overall history of the studio as a whole, however.]

From the entry on Raffles (1930):

“You can’t help but liking him,” says inspector McKenzie of Scotland Yard after being defeated once again by gentlemen thief Raffles. The remark could also be applied to Ronald Colman’s captivating performance as the character created by E.W. Hornung in his turn-of-the-century novel The Amateur Cracksman. Scenarist Sidney Howard updated it slightly, but it still took place in a foggy London, much of the fog created by the elusive rascal around himself. Nobody in London connects the daring exploits of the cracksman with Mr. Raffles, man-about-town and cricketer. When caught red-handed by his girlfriend (Kay Francis), he only seems even more romantic in her soulful eyes (see illustration). But he makes his escape ingeniously and continues to baffle the police. The befuddled Inspector was played by David Torrence, and Branwell Fletcher, Frances Dade, Alison Skipworth and Frederick Kerr were members of the upper crust duped by our likeable hero. Harry d’Abbadie d-Arrast and George Fitzmaurice directed this Samuel Goldwyn hit. John Barrymore in 1917, House Peters in 1925, and David Niven in 1939 also played the screen stealing role. (GOLDWYN)

From the entry on Cynara (1932):

The title of Cynara comes from the poem by Ernest Dowson which contained the line, “I have been faithful to thee, Cynara; in my fashion.” The film, therefore, like the play by H.M. Hardwood and Robert Gore Brown (adapted by Frances Marion and Lynn Starling) was about adultery. The triangle consisted of an English barrister, his wife who leaves him alone in London to holiday in Venice, and the shop girl who fills the vacuum. It ends tragically with the suicide of the girl when he decides to return to his wife. Henry Stephenson played the cynical bachelor who encourages the affair. Florine McKinney, Clarissa Selwynne, Donald Stewart and Paul Percasi were also in the cast. Ronald Colman (illustrated) played the lawyer rather than gloomily, Kay Francis suffered nobly as the wife, and Phyllis Barry (illustrated) was too genteel as the girl. King Vidor directed this dated production with a veneer of
class. (GOLDWYN)


Warner Bros.: Hollywood’s Ultimate Backlot
By Steven Bingen

On December 4, 1934 a fire started inside a machine shop near an outdoor mine set for the Michael Curtiz picture Black Fury—currently, the corner of Warner Boulevard and Avon Street. Curtiz rallied his crew of approximately seventy to battle the flames and was quickly aided by other employees and the staffs of the nearby Burbank, Los Angeles, and Hollywood Fire Departments, as well as the on-lot Fire Department commanded by its sixty-five-year-old chief, Albert Rounder. According to the Los Angeles Times, nearby Toluca Lake resident Bing Crosby and Warner Bros. stars Dick Powell Warren William, Helen Morgan and Kay Francis helped man the fire line. Ultimately, the blaze took out most of the standing backlot east of New York Street, as well as the studio’s craft departments, a property warehouse, and eight tractors just purchased as props for an upcoming Joe E. Brown comedy, Earthworm Tractor.

William Powell: The Life and Films by Roger Bryant

[Note: Gives information about the Francis/Powell teamings.]

Excerpt (RE-One Way Passage): What could have been a maudlin tale is handled by director Tay Garnett and the exemplary cast with finesse, wit, and just the right amount of pathos. Kay Francis gave what is arguably her best performance–she is thoroughly believable as a wealthy and somewhat flighty woman who nonetheless yearns to experience life more fully. Powell is excellent as a basically decent man who made a terrible mistake and, in the end, faces the consequences.

With Love by Mauriece Chevalier

[Note: Mauriece, Kay’s former lover, tells the story of his life, including his relationship with Kay.]

bookswomansviewA Woman’s View by Jeanine Basinger

Excerpt: WHEN ONE THINKS about Hollywood and fashion and glamour, there is one star of the woman’s films who stands out beyond any other as representative of those concepts. It is Kay Francis, who became a star only because of fashion and glamour, and only because of the woman’s film genre. Her career is absolute proof of the importance of clothes, makeup, and jewelry both on and off the screen.

Kay Francis was before my time. I knew her name, and I had seen her in one of her later vehicles, When the Daltons Rode (1940), but she had ceased to be a movie star of the top rank when I began going to the movies in the 1940s. her importance was brought home to me, however, when my sixth-grade teacher, Doris Danielson Dolan, the essence of local glamour, named her firstborn child Kay Francis. The name, she said, was for her favorite movie star, the most glamorous and fashionable woman ever to appear in films. I was suitably impressed because Doris Danielson Dolan was a fashion oracle of the same significance. Every Christmas concert: fake cherries in her hair, á la Betty Grable, and gold lame ballet slippers, á la no one we had ever heard of in Brookings, South Dakota… I trusted her judgment and, as soon as I was able, began to track down the films of Kay Francis, who turned out, indeed, to be the most glamorous and fashionable woman ever to be in films.

Sadly, many people today don’t know who Kay Francis was, although she herself once said, “I can’t wait to be forgotten.” People think that the most glamorous and fashionable woman of the 1930s was Carole Lombard, or perhaps her more exotic counterpart Marlene Dietrich. Lombard, however, was a talented comedienne and often a good serious actress. Dietrich was an original, a representation of an androgynous ideal for whom glamour and fashion were tools to be used, but for whom they could never provide the complete definition. Both of these women wore clothes well, but their careers have substance beyond the label of “clotheshorse.” Kay Francis was only fashion and glamour, a true star of the woman’s film. She forged a top-drawer career out of nothing but tears and tiaras, a clotheshorse who gave significance to them.


The Women of Warner Brothers by Daniel Bubbeo

Excerpt: No one suffered on-screen like Kay Francis. Throughout a series of Warner weepers in the ‘30s, Kay played a string of unwed mothers, streetwalkers, and terminally ill heroines. Despite their dilemmas, their suffering was made easier by being draped in assorted furs, silk and diamonds.

Kay’s screen incarnations had nothing to do with the lady herself, who endured no end of indignities during her last few years at Warners. Jack Warner considered is a real coup when he lured Kay from Paramount in 1932. Once Kay’s star had fallen a few years later, she crashed and burned in the worst films the studio could dig up in the hopes that she’d leave. But Kay wouldn’t quit, especially if it meant giving up her well-padded paycheck.

Kay rebounded somewhat with the successful Four Jills in a Jeep tour during World War II, and a Broadway stint in State of the Union, but she lived out her last few years bitter over her mistreatment in Hollywood. Few remembered she was once the epitome of Hollywood chic.


The World According to Hollywood 1918-1939 by Ruth Vasey

Excerpt: The consequences of [Joseph Breen’s] approach are demonstrated by the history of Dr. Monica (Warner Bros., 1934), which starred Kay Francis. The original script contained adultery, a pregnant unmarried woman, attempted abortion, and several clinical discussions about infertility. Breen complained to Jack Warner that he could not recall any picture which “combined so many difficult elements in one story.” Nevertheless, Warners persisted with the adaptation. The studio proposed that Monica should be a successful gynecologist, herself unable to conceive children. She discovers that her unmarried friend Mary is pregnant and promises to look after her until the baby is born. On the night of the birth, she is shocked to discover that the father of Mary’s baby is her own husband. The situation is resolved when Mary commits suicide, and Monica and her husband, now reconciled, decide to adopt the baby.

The studio and the PCA faced the difficulty of getting across the facts of Mary’s pregnancy without being too blatant about it. Warners tried giving Mary a fainting spell, but this was such a well-established convention that is was considered to be insufficiently subtle. As Breen told Warner, “This action of Mary fainting at the piano will very likely be interpreted by censor boards as an indication of her pregnancy, as has proven to be the case in numerous previous pictures. If this interpretation is gives, it will probably be cut.”

[Note: Vasey goes more in depth about the Dr. Monica troubles, but that’s it as far as Kay is concerned.]

About this site…

[Links to websites I like appear at the bottom of this page!]

“[As Kay Francis told me] that her Hollywood career was long behind her, that she still had unpleasant memories of leaving Warner Bros. in the late 1930’s, and that she was puzzled about why a person of my young years could possibly be interested in her past professional accomplishments,” James Robert Parish, The Complete Kay Francis Career Guide, 2008. And that was in the 1960’s…imagine what she would think if she knew about her popularity today!

kaycolor434My own admiration of Kay Francis inspired this massive website for one of the biggest film stars of the 1930’s. I don’t even think I even heard her name until January 2006, when Turner Classic Movies did a promotional broadcast with a few of Kay’s films when Scott O’Brien’s Kay Francis: I Can’t Wait to be Forgotten was first being published. Strangely enough, I didn’t even to get to watch any complete movie of hers that night; all I had the opportunity to see was the final scene in Confession (1937), with the ghost image of Kay embracing Jane Bryan, then turning her back and walking down the corridor with that wonderful soundtrack creating an unforgettable screen exit.

That was enough to spark my interest.

When I was still working on the idea of a massive website for Norma Shearer, my personal favorite movie star, I decided to throw on a few of my other favorites as well. Even though I hadn’t even seen one of her films, that finale to Confession was enough for me to throw Kay’s name up there as well.

It wasn’t until I was posting some messages in a Joan Crawford message board when I threw Kay’s name out in one of my posts. I got an email from Carolyn, a Kay Francis nut who was willing to send me some of Kay’s movies for free: Girls About Town (1931), Secrets of an Actress (1938), My Bill (1938), Allotment Wives (1946), A Notorious Affair (1930), and, of course, Confession (1937). She has subsequently sent me many of Kay’s best movies, I am grateful for her loyalty not only to myself, but to Kay’s legacy as well.

When I got an extra copy of Lynn Kear’s and John Rossman’s Kay Francis: A Passionate Life and Career, I knew I had to send it to her.

Unfortunately, I decided to withdraw my online project for Norma Shearer [it just didn’t work out, I don’t know why, but I still greatly admire her], but keep my small site for Kay Francis up. When I got bored with the size of it, I decided to revamp the whole project and really make it special. The books by Lynn Kear, John Rossman, and Scott O’Brien are the core for the information on this website. I am grateful for their dedication with their own projects, which are the core existence of mine.

Other authors, such as Roger Bryant, Jeanne Basinger, Mick LaSalle, and Mark A. Vieira, also provided me with excellent sources of information. [See the bibliography below for more information on this website’s sources.]

Also, I wanted to throw a shout out to Turner Classic Movies, whose hyping of Kay as their “Star of the Month” for September, 2008, really made me get my ass in gear. Now I had no excuse to not make this website what it is, I had the movies, I had the books, I had the laptop, it was time to stop bullshitting around and get going on making a place for Kay Francis fans to gather online.

Below is a bibliography of the sources used to pull this website together. All of the material on this site, unless otherwise noted, has been written by me, using the following publications:

Basinger, Jeanne. A Woman’s View. Wesleyan University Press, 1993.
Bryant, Roger. William Powell: The Life and Films. McFarland, 2006.
LaSalle, Mick. Complicated Women: Sex and Power in Pre-Code Hollywood. St. Martin’s, 2000.
Kear, Lynn & John Rossman. Kay Francis: A Passionate Life and Career. McFarland, 2005.
—. The Complete Kay Francis Career Record. McFarland, 2008.
O’Brien, Scott. Kay Francis: I Can’t Wait to be Forgotten. BearManor Media, 2005.
Vieira, Mark A. Sin in Soft Focus: Pre-Code Hollywood. Harry N. Abrams, 1997.

—Michael Ohanlon, December 2009

Introduction by Lynn Kear…
Kay-Francis-Sparkling-Jewels-01-One of the most fascinating women who ever worked in Hollywood was Kay Francis. Researching her life and career produced many surprises. Perhaps most intriguing, she was an intensely private person who also kept an unbelievably scandalous diary. The woman who claimed she only wished to be forgotten did everything she could to make sure she wasn’t.

Even without the diary it’s unlikely Kay would have been forgotten. Devoted fans and more recently Turner Classic Movies have ensured that many of her films are still available.

New fans every year learn that in addition to being a captivating personality Kay was also a talent. She could play comedy and drama, and her best work remains charming and compelling.

Interestingly, although she had no children some of her best performances were of mothers. Who can forget her as the tormented mother in such films as The House on 56th Street or Confession? Or the well-meaning yet murderous mother in Alottment Wives? Other unforgettable performances include the doomed young woman in One Way Passage and Madame Colet in Ernst Lubitsch’s masterpiece Trouble in Paradise.

Michael Ohanlon has spent years researching Kay’s film roles. This unique website is an homage and a resource. He is to be commended. Long live Kay!

January 2009
Lynn Kear
Author of Kay Francis: A Passionate Life and Career

and The Complete Kay Francis Career Record

Links to other Kay sites:

The Kay Francis Fan Page

Trouble in Paradise

Kay Francis @GarboTypes!

Links to sites I like:

Joan Crawford: The Best of Everything

Celebrating Pre-Code Hollywood Cinema

Basil Rathbone: Master of Stage and Screen

Garbo Forever

Dr. Macro’s High-Quality Movie Scans

The Ultimate Cary Grant Pages

The Films of Joan Crawford

The Life and Legend of Carole Lombard

The Ravin Maven of Classic Film

*Following the Fair Use Clause of Section 107 of the amended Copyright Act of 1976 (17 USC Section 107), images on this site are used for a non-profit use only. The placement of photographs on this site is strictly for the educational use regarding the career of Katharine Edwina Gibbs, professionally known as Kay Francis.

Watermarked photos on this site are used for non-profit use. Any violation of copyright laws from the sources the images on this site originate are strictly between the two parties. If the owners of any copyrighted material feel that images are being wrongfully used, please email me.