I've wanted to write about The Sandpiper for a while now, being that it is one of my favorite films, takes place in the boho California coastal town of Big Sur, features my dream house, as well as scenes shot in one of my favorite restaurants (Nepenthe), was directed by the great Vincente Minnelli, and stars one of my most favorite actresses and human beings of all eternity . . . Elizabeth Taylor, who so sadly passed on today, to the big white diamond in the sky. All of us Liz loving vintagers thank the Heavens above that cinema exists, so we can hear your lovely voice and watch your magic face, forever & ever . . .
The Sandpiper is a beautifully told story about a liberated artist and single mother who believes she can teach her son more about life herself, than he would be learning at the local school, which is overseen by a conservative priest, played passionately by her real-life love (and two-time husband), Richard Burton. After the boy gets into a bit of trouble with the law, he is forced into the school, and after going head-to-head with the priest regarding his judgements of her freewheelin' lifestyle, they, of course, begin a love affair that puts all his beliefs into question. C'est dramatique!
Oh, Liz . . . I hope the jewels that have been waiting in the clouds above, are cosmically dazzling, like you. And that the loves of your passionate and Technicolor life, Richard and Mike, await you with warm embraces and dream screen kisses.
I already miss knowing you're out there . . . in your red lipstick, cowgirl boots, and glittery caftans. I'm so sad i'll never get to gaze into those violet eyes, and say "merci beaucoup".