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Audrey Hepburn recounts the first time she met Cary Grant:
Another marvelous leading man Stanley introduced me to was Cary Grant, although, I must confess, I very much doubt if I left him with the best first impression. Cary and I had never met before we did Cha-rade, so there we all were in Paris, about to have dinner at some terribly smart bistro. As it was early spring, Cary, who always dressed impecca-bly, was wearing an exquisite light-tan suit. I know I was thrilled to meet him, and I must have been terribly excited, because not ten seconds after we started chatting I made some gesture with my hand and managed to knock an entire bottle of red wine all over poor Cary and his beautiful suit.
He remained cool. I, on the other hand, was horrified. Here we’d only just been introduced! If I somehow could have managed to crawl under the table and escape without ever having to see him again, I happily would have. Instead I attempted my best under the circumstances. I apologized and apologized. Stanley, though I could hardly look at him, diplomatically concealed his acute embarrassment, while Cary, still dripping wine, nonchalantly removed his jacket and pretended, very convincingly, that the stain would simply go away.
But in the back of my mind I wondered, After what I’ve just done, how could I ever face this man again, let alone make a movie with him?
(Cary solved my situation like the true gallant he was. The next day he sent over a tin of caviar and a card telling me not to worry about the suit or anything. Then, wouldn’t you know, in the movie Stanley had me mess up Cary once more, this time by “accidentally” flinging a scoop of ice cream on him.)
Excerpt from the book ‘Dancing on the Ceiling: Stanley Donen and his Moves’ by Stephen M. Silverman
Another marvelous leading man Stanley introduced me to was Cary Grant, although, I must confess, I very much doubt if I left him with the best first impression. Cary and I had never met before we did Cha-rade, so there we all were in Paris, about to have dinner at some terribly smart bistro. As it was early spring, Cary, who always dressed impecca-bly, was wearing an exquisite light-tan suit. I know I was thrilled to meet him, and I must have been terribly excited, because not ten seconds after we started chatting I made some gesture with my hand and managed to knock an entire bottle of red wine all over poor Cary and his beautiful suit.
He remained cool. I, on the other hand, was horrified. Here we’d only just been introduced! If I somehow could have managed to crawl under the table and escape without ever having to see him again, I happily would have. Instead I attempted my best under the circumstances. I apologized and apologized. Stanley, though I could hardly look at him, diplomatically concealed his acute embarrassment, while Cary, still dripping wine, nonchalantly removed his jacket and pretended, very convincingly, that the stain would simply go away.
But in the back of my mind I wondered, After what I’ve just done, how could I ever face this man again, let alone make a movie with him?
(Cary solved my situation like the true gallant he was. The next day he sent over a tin of caviar and a card telling me not to worry about the suit or anything. Then, wouldn’t you know, in the movie Stanley had me mess up Cary once more, this time by “accidentally” flinging a scoop of ice cream on him.)
Excerpt from the book ‘Dancing on the Ceiling: Stanley Donen and his Moves’ by Stephen M. Silverman