Garbo's biographer Barry Paris notes that she was "technically bisexual, predominantly lesbian, and increasingly asexual as the years went by." It has been indicated that Garbo struggled greatly with her sexuality, only becoming involved with other women in affairs that she could control.

When my mother was a student in New York in the 1940's, she saw Garbo at the health food store they both shopped at. She remembered that Garbo had big feet.

From what I have read about her, she didn't seem to have any real male lovers, but it was a long time ago and I could be wrong.

Any evidence?

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The other film was Where the Truth Lies, which I liked a whole lot more than I thought I would. I think it was chiefly due to Atom Egoyan’s ability to conjure a slightly dreamy, fairytale vibe even from the seamiest material, charged with a viscous sensuality. So that whilst his story was essentially a mystery, at no point did it ever encourage us to get excited about who the killer was. It helped that I really liked Kevin Bacon and Colin Firth’s performances at the center – both men are often underrated. At first Alison Lohman’s little-girl voice irritated the bejesus out of me, and I thought her horrendously miscast, but it began to make more sense as it went along, seeing her part was essentially of a woman who thinks she’s much more in control than she actually is. It helped that it was not too long.

I find it interesting that as women became liberated in the '20's, they tended to have page-boy haircuts, and then two androgynous Euros, Marlene Dietrich and Great Garbo, became big stars.

I rented Arsenic and Old Lace, because my brother reminded me that he played Raymond Massey's role of the evil brother Jonathan in high school (one of thousands in the '50's nationwide). A delightful old chestnut, pretty black for its time, now dated. The weak link is the hero Cary Grant. He can't do frazzled. With Peter Lorre.

Yam -- For once I have to disagree. Cary Grant may have been a little over the top, but he can do frazzled and then some. I love this movie and one major reason is Cary Grant.

I also love the way they got the feeling of autumn so right. I know it seems like a minor point but back then, no one ever seemed to get it the way in which this film did. I didn't grow up in Brooklyn but it reminded me of Halloween when I was a child. The only other film that did as well was Meet Me in St. Louis.