Barrymore Page #3
Doesn't mean I'm losing
my marbles, does it?
Bound with
victorious wreathes!
That's right,
keep after me!
Come on! Come on! Come on!
Tonight all is well.
Franklin is at the helm.
What are you doing?
You know what
the manager says.
I do not give a rat's ass
what the manager says.
No drinking on
the premises.
No, no, the drink, the
drink - O my dear Hamlet,
The drink, the drink!
I am poisoned.
Maybe I should do Hamlet.
No, no. Too late.
Alas, middle-aged actors
shouldn't play Hamlet.
Although, I don't look
middle-aged, do I, Frank?
Not anymore.
Malevolent b*tch.
Oh cruelty, thy
name is Franklin.
Condescending Gnat!
Prompter's!
Ah!
So, it's Richard
Crookback or nothing.
And if I don't do it.
Some other ham will beat
me to it. Right, Frank?
Right, sir.
All right, let's
get cracking.
You probably hadn't noticed,
but I tend to stagger.
My father, God rest his soul,
was a great staggerer.
"Staggering is a sign of
strength Jackie," he would say.
"Only the weak have
to be carried home. "
Where were we?
Grim-visaged war -
Grim-visaged war hath
smooth'd his wrinkled...
Aaah!
Ethel sent me these.
Red apples have been the
Barrymore good luck wish -
or the family curse
- for generations.
Here Frank, chew
on that you walrus.
I don't know why
I ever went into theater.
Lionel and I wanted to be
painters - great painters
of the American spirit,
like Homer, Eakins,
Whistler, Bellows.
Ethel wanted to
be a pianist.
But, I loved my drawings.
You may not know this,
Frank, but I was for a
time political cartoonist
for the evening journal.
Really, sir?
Oh, yes.
Some of my happiest moments
boarding house on 34th
Street - a hangout for the
tough newspaper crowd.
Aah!
Magnificent wastrels!
How come ya always draw
Teddy Roosevelt standin'
in the tall grass?
Because, my dear fellow, I
never learned how to draw feet.
Another fatal flaw,
which got me fired.
I was so in love with my
goddamn profile back then.
All my drawings
looked like me.
So it was back
to the stage.
Dear old Ethel came to the
rescue - got me a job.
But acting isn't an art.
It's a scavenger
profession...
a junk pile of the arts.
It's just that we
three were trapped in
the family cul-de-sac.
The Barrymores
and the Drews!
The Drews and the Barrymores!
They wrote a
play about us.
We were the theater's
Royal Family
and I was the Clown Prince.
Somewhere along the way,
things got a bit shaky
but it's paid well.
That's the narcotic.
Frank?
Yes, sir.
Do you think my fans will
remember me when I'm a has-been?
Of course they do,
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