That full-figured gal’s back on stage
Published 9:00 pm Monday, May 15, 2006
SANTA MARIA, Calif. – It’s five minutes to show time at the Radisson Hotel. Jane Russell, at 84, needs a little help to get on stage in the darkened hotel bar. Her eyes aren’t what they used to be (she has macular degeneration) and she wears hearing aids.
But the statuesque silver-haired woman in a turquoise gown and shell jewelry is unmistakably the brassy, sassy Jane Russell of yesteryear, the buxom bombshell whose pinup image defined the concept of longing for millions of soldiers.
In the right light, her imperious gaze still can smolder – and, like it or not, she speaks her mind.
“The music these kids play nowadays, it’s nothing but screaming and pounding drums!” Russell said. “You can’t hear the words, and that’s just as well, because the words stink!”
So when Russell wanted to do something fun, it was natural that she’d turn to Cole Porter rather than Britney Spears. It also explains how Russell came to be working a nondescript room at an airport hotel in a town where the biggest event of the year is the Elks Rodeo.
In 1999, after her third husband died, Russell moved from a Montecito mansion to a standard-issue subdivision in Santa Maria, home to her youngest son and his family.
“When I moved up here, there wasn’t a lot for seniors to do,” she said. “And we were all so sick of today’s music.”
Like a troupe of eager youngsters in a 1940s movie, Russell and a couple of pals decided to put on a show. They work the first and third Fridays of the month at the Radisson, although Russell has just taken a travel leave that will last into the fall.
There was a time when she headlined with Frank Sinatra and Marilyn Monroe and Clark Gable. Now she performs with a local choir director, a lay preacher, a retired police officer and half a dozen others, many in their 70s and 80s.
Most in the audiences at the Radisson are older folks as well. The revue – called “The Swinging Forties” – runs from about 6 to 9:30 p.m. so they can get home.
“Nine-thirty!” Russell said, freshening her tangerine lipstick. “Can you believe it?”
When she made her name in show business, such early hours would have been out of the question.
Her first film, 1943’s “The Outlaw,” featured sultry shots of Russell. Eventually, she became known in films like “Gentlemen Prefer Blondes” for having a quick wit in addition to a voluptuous body.
But it was the body that moved men to grand gestures, like the troops in Korea who named two beleaguered hills in her honor. Deeply religious then and now, she looks back with regret at the unrelenting publicity over her bounteous figure.
“Hollywood gook,” said Russell, who later sided publicly with an industry panel that urged the removal of provocative scenes from one of her films. “It was nauseating.”
A proud conservative, she enjoys Santa Maria, a conservative town that last year drew global fame as the site of Michael Jackson’s child-molestation trial.
“I’ve always liked Santa Maria,” Russell said. “Ranchers and Western-type people have their feet on the ground. They say it like it is and can’t be bothered trying to be grand.”
At the Radisson, fans timidly introduced themselves and peppered her with the inevitable questions. Yes, she told them, Howard Hughes was a shy, delightful man.
And, yes, Leonardo DiCaprio did visit to ask her what Hughes was really like before portraying him in “The Aviator.”
“Leo did a pretty good job,” she said. “But they really needed someone who was tall and lanky, someone like Jimmy Stewart.”
After starring in 18 films, Russell debuted a singing act in Las Vegas in 1957.
“The brunette star was in top form, in shimmering, skin-tight gowns designed to display the Russell torso,” wrote a Los Angeles Times reviewer, noting that the crowd loved her rendition of “Be Happy With the Yacht You’ve Got” as she sat atop a grand piano.
At the Radisson, there was no grand piano.
In fact, the singers who marched to the stage one by one could barely see the keyboard player through a speaker and a tangle of cords. Tapping rhythm with her ring on the side of her chair, Russell pined for the piano man who recently had quit.
“He was the best,” she said, “but he decided he didn’t want to drive at night any more.”
Some of the acts were lovely. A recent widow sang a soulful, heartfelt rendition of “It Had to Be You.” A man in his 80s, suffering from Parkinson’s disease, stuffed his hand in his blazer pocket to hide a tremor and did a heroic job on a mellow love ballad.
Between acts, emcee Don Fern, a 79-year-old retired Los Angeles County sheriff’s deputy, joshed with the audience. In fedora, suede vest and bolo tie, he spoke with the machine-gun diction of a Jimmy Cagney, launching from time to time into the spirited delivery of chestnuts like “Toot, Toot, Tootsie Goodbye.”
At one point, he said: “Now we’re going to have a young lady come up here by the name of Jane Russell.”
Without a word, she started singing: “Seems like old times, dinner dates and flowers … Just like old times, staying up for hours.” Russell paused. “All the way till 9:30!” she said.
The crowd loved it.
Los Angeles Times photo
Jane Russell, 84, relaxes before performing in Santa Maria, Calif.
