The Hollywood closet is a uniquely seductive trap: Homosexuals who have succeeded in making a career for themselves within the film industry--most are men and few of them have ever identified themselves as gay--have long enjoyed a relative, though clearly circumscribed, freedom. Since there are few secrets within the gossipy confines of the movie world, their sexual orientation rarely passes unnoticed among their co-workers. But as long as they never challenge the sexual status quo--which means of course keeping their private lives discreetly hidden from the press and the public--they have been reluctantly tolerated.
Hollywood's homosexuals have long rationalized their status by claiming that their private lives don't affect their work. But while they have often struggled to keep the two worlds separate, the ruling heterosexual establishment hasn't operated under the same constraints.
George Cukor was a homosexual gentleman of the old school. The courtly and prolific film director who died in 1983, leaving behind more than 50 movies, among them such quintessential gems of Hollywood's golden age as "Camille," "The Philadelphia Story" and "Adam's Rib," did his best to play straight by the rules, even when the rules didn't play straight by him.
Though his homosexuality was a virtually open secret, Cukor, always mindful that any public violation of the studios' standard "moral turpitude" clause could cost him his career, didn't question the prevailing rules of his day. Dropping his guard only in the company of a circle of trusted friends he nicknamed "the chief unit," Cukor held private Sunday afternoon pool parties that were unabashed all-boy affairs; the rest of the week, he reverted to the role of "extra man," a congenial dinner partner always seated beside either a mogul's wife or one of his celebrated actresses. Yet, when push came to shove, a lifetime of discretion could not protect him from what today would be recognized as blatant homophobia.
In what is sure to be its most discussed revelation, Patrick McGilligan reports in his penetrating new biography, "George Cukor: A Double Life," that Cukor was fired from "Gone with the Wind," the most famous movie ever made, because its star, Clark Gable, exploded on the set, "I won't be directed by a fairy! I have to work with a real man!" The story had long circulated within Cukor's social circle that as a young man Gable had once had a drunken sexual encounter with silent screen actor-turned-decorator William Haines, one of Cukor's pals. When another of Cukor's intimates began indiscreetly joking that "George is directing one of Billy's old tricks," Gable, who already feared that Cukor might tilt the movie in favor of Vivien Leigh, flew into a rage.
Kenneth Anger's gossipy "Hollywood Babylon II" first floated the rumor in 1984. But the many subsequent accounts of the movie's tempestuous making have steered clear of the whole nasty business, attributing Cukor's firing to the escalating disagreements between the meticulous director and the movie's obtrusive producer, David O. Selznick. Though McGilligan doesn't discount the genuine creative differences that existed between the two men, suggesting that a blow-up was probably inevitable, he offers convincing evidence that Gable's outburst was the crucial factor that forced Selznick's hand. Cukor never challenged his dismissal, and, in fact, hid its true causes from all but his most trusted friends. The incident shouldn't be dismissed as just titillating gossip: Not only does it provide a critical piece of motivation for one of the most notorious firings in Hollywood history, it also dramatically illustrates the impossibility of living a double life.
Cukor's reticence in the face of such a blatant injustice can be understood only within the context of his era, and McGilligan does a thorough and sensitive job of reconstructing the director's milieu. Coming of age in a distant era when "dropping a hanky" served as a camp euphemism for being gay, Cukor simply compartmentalized his life. His six-acre estate above Sunset Plaza was famous throughout the 1930s and '40s for the glittering lists of celebrities, ranging from Greta Garbo and Aldous Huxley to Simone Signoret and Henry Miller, whom Cukor entertained. But once the guests left his formal Sunday brunches, the director would then set up a buffet of leftovers poolside and a constantly changing parade of young men would begin to arrive. As the Baroness d'Erlanger once teased him, "Mr. Cukor has all these wonderful parties for ladies in the afternoon. Then in the evening naughty men come around to eat the crumbs!"