Nicky Haslam

Tea with Greta Garbo’s decorator

A review of I Used to be in Pictures, by Austin Mutti-Mewse and Howard Mutti-Mewse. Photos and anecdotes from classic Hollywood's ultimate superfans

Joan Fontaine at home [Getty Images/Shutterstock/iStock/Alamy] 
issue 19 April 2014

Many people write, or at least used to write, fan letters to their film favourites. Usually all they received in acknowledgement was a 10 x 8 glossy with a mimeographed signature. A little persistence sometimes resulted in another, with a brief ‘personal’ message written by the ladies toiling in the fan-club HQs. Not so for the two authors of this riveting book.

The Mutti-Mewse twins, early on, became obsessed with all things Hollywood, firing off missives not just to the major stars but to every man Jill they saw or heard was connected to that once fabulous industry. They must have had a magic formula in their letters.

Replies flowed back hand over fist. Not just a signed portrait, elaborately photographed by Hurrell, Kesserle or Max Munn Autry in all the sender’s splendour, but effusive messages of the ‘come up and see me some  time’ variety, and the authors — just them initially, but later with their wives and partners — scurried to these siren calls.

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