Natalie Wood in This Property is Condemned (1966)
Rest in Peace Natalie Wood (July 20, 1938 – November 29, 1981)
"When I first saw a studio I was five and expected red velvet and gold."
Rest in peace Natalia Nikolaevna Zacharenko aka Natalie Wood.
July 20th 1938 | November 29th 1981.
"I was always tougher than most people thought."
32 years ago today the world lost an angel, Natalie Wood. She is loved and missed by the world. Lets take a moment of our day to remember her and maybe watch one of the amazing films she gave us. Let us not think today about her death but how she lived!
Natalie Wood in Bob & Carol & Ted & Alice (Paul Mazursky - 1969)
RIP Natalie Wood - thirty years today since your beauty and talent left us. (July 20, 1938 - November 29, 1981)
Although she is no longer living her memory lives on in the memories of those who knew her and everyone who watches her films and will for years to come, she was truly an inspiration and will remain that way forever. She has inspired me so much and I can’t even explain how much I love her and how much her films and story has changed who I am. Natalie’s death was so tragic and I hope she has finally reached peace, rest in peace Natasha, Hollywood’s Child.
"What though the radiance which was once so bright, Be now forever taken from my sight, Though nothing can bring back the hour of splendor in the grass, of glory in the flower; We will grieve not, rather find strength in what remains behind."
NATALIE WOOD: FUNERAL
At the funeral service for Natalie Wood, who drowned in 1981 when she was only 43, the honorary pallbearers included a who’s who of Hollywood of the 1960s: Fred Astaire, Rock Hudson, Elia Kazan, Laurence Olivier, Gregory Peck and Frank Sinatra.
32 ANNIVERSARY WITHOUT YOU (29 NOVEMBER 1981-2013)What though the radiance which was once so bright Be now for ever taken from my sight, Though nothing can bring back the hour Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower, We will grieve not, rather find Strength in what remains behind; In the primal sympathy Which having been must ever be; In the soothing thoughts that spring Out of human suffering; In the faith that looks through death, In years that bring the philosophic mind.
In this vulnerable period, Natalie suffered one of the great traumas of her life at the lands of one of her childhood idols, a powerful, married movie star more than twenty years older than she. She went to Jackie the morning after it happened, in hysterics; that afternoon, she showed up, berserk, at Dennis Hopper’s apartment. The following year, Natalie would confide the secret to actor Scott Marlowe, her then-boyfriend. At least several other people knew about it from Natalie, including Mary Ann, and Faye Nuell, a friend from Rebel. She revealed the star’s identity to each of them.
Natalie’s account to Jackie, the morning after, was that the famous actor-producer asked her to his hotel suite to read for a part. When she arrived at the suite, “he offered her a drink, they started to talk, and she asked about the part. He told her, ‘I’ve always wanted to fuck you.’ The script was just a ruse. He said he liked young girls, and he said he always wanted to fuck a teenager. She probably wasn’t the only one. It was really nasty and verbally abusive.”
Natalie told Jackie she reached for her purse and started to leave, but the star dragged her across the room and threw her on the bed. “She begged him to stop. She tried to fight him, but he told her if she fought, it would be painful. She didn’t have a chance. He just absolutely tore her clothes off.” According to Jackie, Natalie said the star was so violent that she bled. “He knew he’d raped her. Natalie started to cover herself with her coat, and he said, ‘If you tell anyone, it’l’ be the last thing you do.’”
Jackie heard this account around eight in the morning, when Natalie located her at a girlfriend’s house. “She tracked me down and came to pick me up, and she was hysterical. She looked like hell—her eyes were swollen and red. She had no makeup on. She was shaking. She fumbled for her sunglasses and told me, ‘I was raped last night.’” They drove to a restaurant, then to Natalie’s house. “She was afraid to tell her mother. She threw herself on her bed and sobbed, ‘It was awful. I was so scared.’” Natalie was terrified she might be pregnant, thinking she would die. She cleaned herself up compulsively, saying, “What am I going to do?”
Hopper recalls Natalie appearing at his door, raving, the afternoon after she was raped. “I remember I was painting. She came in, rushed into the apartment, grabbed my bullwhip and said, ‘Lay down, let me whip you’ … And she was really angry. I’d never seen her so angry. She told me what had happened.” Hopper recollects Natalie telling him the rape occurred in a car. “She told me that she had woke up from being unconscious—she thought he’d given her a pill or something—and that she was laying half-in and half-out of the car. And her clothes had been taken off—at least the bottom parts were off, and he was whipping her, very hard, on her thigh. And she woke up screaming, and then he raped her. She didn’t say anything about why she was with him or any of that. I never knew. Natalie told Hopper the star “had hurt her really bad.”
Natalie’s account to Scott Marlowe the nest year was similar to what she told Jackie. She explained to Marlowe that the movie star had lured her to a hotel room (Marlowe thought it was on a Warners’ tour), “made up some elaborate little scheme, and then raped her, according to Natalie … he just threw her in his room and fucked her. I mean she’d been around, but she hadn’t seen anything like that. That kind of rage.” Natalie told Marlowe she eventually had to confide in her mother because she needed to treat the pain at a hospital and stop the bleeding.
Mud (Natalie’s mother) offered no maternal tenderness or emotional support to Natalie. According to Mary Ann, Maria “thought it was great” that Natalie spent an evening with “Mr. Show Biz,” Mary Ann’s sarcastic description of the famous actor. Jackie and Hopper, who each suggested Natalie call the police, both remember she was worried that if she reported that the popular, powerful movie star raped her it would ruin her career. (“It would have,” asserts Hopper. “At that time, the studio system controlled us, really.”) Lana, who was never told, is certain her mother would have hushed the star’s assault on Natalie because of his status is Hollywood. “That would be my mom’s concern, it really would.”
—Natasha: The Biography of Natalie Wood by Suzanne Finstad