Whip It To Me

The death of Debbie Reynolds moved Laurie Stone to muse on Facebook (and in an email to your editor).

Debbie and Carrie shared a passionate oddness, their edge, both known for roles in films performed when they were new and pleasingly unrefined, both married singers and no doubt laughed about the men stretched out together on beds in hotels and hospitals. The vortex of the donut shaped buns, the sorcerer’s sleeves, the small dogs, the pain-whipped wit. Her death makes me sad…

I watched the doc about Debbie and Carrie yesterday, tender and sad . . . the children fluttered around the movie star mom, who was magnetic in her unwillingness to complain. So not a Jew! Carrie, of course, very Jew. The pics of her as a teenager are thrillingly mysterious . . . what is going on inside that Carrie suit?


Editor’s Note: Debbie Reynolds’ “Tammy” vocal soundtracked the great birds eye scene in Long Day Closes.  (Watch here.) It underscores why Berry Gordy named his record company—the sound of Young America—Tamla-Motown.