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conversations.value: What could be a title for a book about Elizabeth, Taylor, Hollywood's with the genre: Biographies & Memoirs, Arts & Literature?
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conversations.value: A title for this book could be 'Elizabeth Taylor'
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conversations.value: Give me a description for a book titled Elizabeth Taylor about Elizabeth, Taylor with the genre: Biographies & Memoirs.
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conversations.value: In this revealing biography, the author taps into primary sources to expose the tragedies and triumphs of the life of Elizabeth Taylor, including the removal of golfball-sized brain tumour, the lauch of a highly successful fragrance range, and a tangled web of lovers and husbands.
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conversations.value: Give me the first five paragraphs for this book.
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conversations.value: Elizabeth Taylor
  The critics had a field day over Elizabeth's personal appearance in the film – the fluctuation in her weight over the two-year shooting schedule is very much apparent. She looks chubby and double-chinned dressed as Venus, greeting Mark Antony on their golden barge and when they meet up again after the battle of Actium. 'Overweight, overbosomed, overpaid and undertalented, she sets the acting profession back a decade,' sniped television critic David Susskind – whilst Time magazine, erroneously for once, drew attention to 'her screeching like a ward-healer's wife at a block party'.
  The other leads, particularly Rex Harrison as the cynical, epileptic Caesar, are mostly remarkable. Only the occasionally wooden Richard Burton lets the side down. Instinctively, one feels that the more charismatic and much more handsome Stephen Boyd would have brought depth and sincerity to the role. Burton also fluffs some of his lines, depending upon which print one views, most notoriously during Cleopatra's entry into Rome when she is swathed in a $7,000, 24-carat gold dress, riding atop a giant sphinx with her son, who was fathered by Caesar. Commenting on the ceremony, a hung-over Mark Antony quips, 'Nothing like this has come into Rome since Romulus and Romulus,' meaning, of course, Romulus and Remus!
  FOR A WHILE, THE TAYLOR-BURTON AFFAIR HAD BEEN KEPT off the front pages by the death in August 1962 of Marilyn Monroe. Suicide was given as the official cause, but, then as now, there was much speculation over whether she might have been murdered. Cynics have suggested that with her greed for hogging the limelight, Elizabeth deliberately maintained a low profile until the Monroe scandal had abated. But if she and Richard Burton were trying to kid their respective circles that their 'romance' was over, those who stood to gain financially from their liaison – for example, the studios, who hypocritically were more than eager to rake in any profits from La Scandale they had openly condemned – were delighted when, at the end of the month, they read in the press that it had resurfaced with a vengeance. When news leaked that the pair had met for lunch 'somewhere in Switzerland', MGM were the first to monopolise on the tidings – and Elizabeth's 'scandalous' comment that rather than marry Burton she had no objections to becoming his mistress – by persuading them to appear in Terence Rattigan's The VIPs.
  Occasionally, Burton sobered up sufficiently to bellow a few good lines in The VIPs, not that this made the film any better. Pathologically boring, it comprises a series of Grand Hotel-style vignettes set in and around the VIP lounge of a London airport. The flights have been delayed by fog, allowing an assortment of odd-bod characters to meet and fling around a few home truths. On account of the leads' salaries, it was MGM's costliest production in years: Elizabeth demanded and received $500,000, along with half this amount against a percentage of the box-office receipts. Upon her insistence, Burton was paid the same, and the money was deposited in bank accounts in Bermuda for tax purposes. The rest of the cast received considerably less than $1 million among them, despite being comprised of the cream of the British acting crop, including Maggie Smith, Rod Taylor, Michael Hordern, Richard Briers and the wonderful Margaret Rutherford, who ran rings around everyone else as an eccentric duchess and who was rewarded with a Best Supporting Actress Oscar.
  Despite its mediocrity, The VIPs did tremendously well at the box office, earning Elizabeth and Burton a collective $5 million over the next two years. Without doubt, they had become the world's premier couple, and from then on they would go to inordinate lengths to ensure that they maintained the position.
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conversations.value: Elizabeth Taylor
  The critics had a field day over Elizabeth's personal appearance in the film – the fluctuation in her weight over the two-year shooting schedule is very much apparent. She looks chubby and double-chinned dressed as Venus, greeting Mark Antony on their golden barge and when they meet up again after the battle of Actium. 'Overweight, overbosomed, overpaid and undertalented, she sets the acting profession back a decade,' sniped television critic David Susskind – whilst Time magazine, erroneously for once, drew attention to 'her screeching like a ward-healer's wife at a block party'.
  The other leads, particularly Rex Harrison as the cynical, epileptic Caesar, are mostly remarkable. Only the occasionally wooden Richard Burton lets the side down. Instinctively, one feels that the more charismatic and much more handsome Stephen Boyd would have brought depth and sincerity to the role. Burton also fluffs some of his lines, depending upon which print one views, most notoriously during Cleopatra's entry into Rome when she is swathed in a $7,000, 24-carat gold dress, riding atop a giant sphinx with her son, who was fathered by Caesar. Commenting on the ceremony, a hung-over Mark Antony quips, 'Nothing like this has come into Rome since Romulus and Romulus,' meaning, of course, Romulus and Remus!
  FOR A WHILE, THE TAYLOR-BURTON AFFAIR HAD BEEN KEPT off the front pages by the death in August 1962 of Marilyn Monroe. Suicide was given as the official cause, but, then as now, there was much speculation over whether she might have been murdered. Cynics have suggested that with her greed for hogging the limelight, Elizabeth deliberately maintained a low profile until the Monroe scandal had abated. But if she and Richard Burton were trying to kid their respective circles that their 'romance' was over, those who stood to gain financially from their liaison – for example, the studios, who hypocritically were more than eager to rake in any profits from La Scandale they had openly condemned – were delighted when, at the end of the month, they read in the press that it had resurfaced with a vengeance. When news leaked that the pair had met for lunch 'somewhere in Switzerland', MGM were the first to monopolise on the tidings – and Elizabeth's 'scandalous' comment that rather than marry Burton she had no objections to becoming his mistress – by persuading them to appear in Terence Rattigan's The VIPs.
  Occasionally, Burton sobered up sufficiently to bellow a few good lines in The VIPs, not that this made the film any better. Pathologically boring, it comprises a series of Grand Hotel-style vignettes set in and around the VIP lounge of a London airport. The flights have been delayed by fog, allowing an assortment of odd-bod characters to meet and fling around a few home truths. On account of the leads' salaries, it was MGM's costliest production in years: Elizabeth demanded and received $500,000, along with half this amount against a percentage of the box-office receipts. Upon her insistence, Burton was paid the same, and the money was deposited in bank accounts in Bermuda for tax purposes. The rest of the cast received considerably less than $1 million among them, despite being comprised of the cream of the British acting crop, including Maggie Smith, Rod Taylor, Michael Hordern, Richard Briers and the wonderful Margaret Rutherford, who ran rings around everyone else as an eccentric duchess and who was rewarded with a Best Supporting Actress Oscar.
  Despite its mediocrity, The VIPs did tremendously well at the box office, earning Elizabeth and Burton a collective $5 million over the next two years.
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conversations.value: Give me three more paragraphs.. Start with the sentence 'Rock Hudson died on the morning of 2 October 1985, just short of his 60th birthday'.
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conversations.value: Rock Hudson died on the morning of 2 October 1985, just short of his 60th birthday. Within 30 minutes of the newsflash, the gates of the Castle – his sumptuous home on Beverly Crest Drive – were besieged by a media circus rivalling that witnessed at Mike Todd's funeral. Elizabeth was having none of it and sent a crack team of security men to deal with the situation. For months, she continued to refer to her friend in the present tense. She told reporters on the day of his death, 'I love him, and he is tragically gone. Please God that he has not died in vain.'
  What made Rock's death harder to bear, for Elizabeth and for most of us, was his horrendous treatment at the hands of the press. In England, more so than in the USA, the tabloids could not have been more inhuman and undignified. 'He was one of the gentlest, kindest men in Hollywood,' Marlene Dietrich told me. 'All those journalists should burn in hell for the bile they printed about him when he died. I've never liked , but I admired her tremendously for the way she stuck up for him, the way she risked her career by supporting him.'
  Elizabeth and Tom Clarke – Rock's ex-lover and latterly his right-hand man – were unable to arrange the funeral. The Public Health Department insisted that Rock's remains be cremated within hours of his death, and he was taken through the gates of the Castle in a tiny van, with his feet sticking out of the rear doors, a purposely undignified exit stage-managed by the undertakers and the press, who were hoping to get a shot of the corpse. Elizabeth's security men prevented this, and she and Tom Clarke gave their friend the send-off he so richly deserved – a celebration of his life that took place at the Castle on 19 October. It was Elizabeth who determined that the most fitting service for a lapsed Catholic should be a Quaker one; having missed Montgomery Clift's funeral, this was her way of paying tribute to them both. Elizabeth, Carol Burnett and Tab Hunter read the eulogies. The next day, she helped scatter Rock's ashes at sea, off Catalina Island.
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conversations.value: Hudson, Rock 37, 78–87, 92–3, 98, 101, 104, 111, 114, 119, 124, 133, 147, 149, 157, 174, 176, 228, 231–3, 244–8, 251, 260–2, 264, 266, 269, 276
  Taylor, Francis 13, 14–16, 17, 18–19, 20, 21, 28–9, 32, 33, 36, 48, 49, 51, 67, 103, 136, 189, 209, 267, 278
  Taylor, Sara 11, 13–22, 24, 25, 26–28, 29–30, 32, 33, 34, 35, 37, 41, 43, 47, 50, 51, 55, 56, 62, 64, 67, 69, 103, 136, 189, 209, 253, 257, 264, 267
  Todd, Mike 94–7, 99, 101–7, 109, 110–15, 117, 119, 122, 134, 135, 138, 150, 153, 155, 168, 172, 183, 197, 208, 212, 219, 222, 223, 238, 247, 251, 262, 269, 270, 272, 284, 286, 293
  Wilding, Michael 35, 64–71, 74–8, 81, 84–7, 90–4, 96–7, 100–2, 110–11, 119, 153, 168, 171–2, 227, 262