There are so many great Shelley Winters stories (and this is only the first volume of her autobiography – there’s another one that follows) but the following is my favorite. I can’t even remember where I heard it -maybe from her. I’ve heard her speak a couple of times. She is exactly what you would imagine. A little bit crazy, insightful as hell, bawdy, funny, and you wish she would never stop talking. The story goes: Shelley Winters is in her 60s. She has already had a long and crazily successful career, but she is now getting old. An up-and-coming director is considering her for a role in a movie and he makes a beginner’s mistake – he asks her to audition. You don’t ask stars to audition. You have meetings with them, you do lunch, but you don’t ask a star to come in and read sides, as though she is a beginner. It is assumed that Shelley Winters knows how to act. That is one of the perks of being a star! Now Shelley Winters was never a dummy or a diva – she liked to WORK (and her career shows that – she was working, and very well, right up to the end), but she did think, “Audition?? What are you, cracked?” She went to meet the director at his office. She was dressed in her normal attire: urban bag-lady with a big floppy hat. She carried an enormous bag over one shoulder. The director was a big fan of hers, “Oh, so excited you’re coming to read, Miss Winters, thank you so much …” Shelley Winters sat down, opened her bag, rummaged around in it for a bit, and pulled out one Oscar statue. Plopped it down on the desk. Then she reached into the bag again, rummaged around again, and pulled out a second Oscar statue. Plopped it down on the desk. Barked, “So. Do I still need to audition?”

Naturally, she got the part. Lessons learned all around. I just love that. She made her point.