Hollywood’s Great Latin Lover vs. Hollywood’s Great Jewish Mother
by Robert J. AvrechThe great pioneering director D.W. Griffith hired Rabbi Isadore Myers as the Jewish technical consultant on his great epic, Intolerance, 1916. Griffith was so happy with Rabbi Myer’s expert advice and attention to detail that he said to the good Rabbi:
“How can I ever repay you?”
Replied Rabbi Myers: “I have a daughter who would like to get into pictures.”
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Rudolph Valentino at the height of his fame.
True to his word, Griffith extended a helping hand to Carmel, Rabbi Myer’s striking and talented daughter. Carmel Myers (1899 – 1980) appears fleetingly as a dancing girl in Intolerance and after production wrapped, she was signed as a contract Griffith player. A few months later, the future star Colleen Moore arrived in Hollywood, also under exclusive contract to Griffith.
Myers and Moore became close friends. In her excellent memoir Silent Star, Colleen Moore remembers that a club for young actresses—Our Club—was organized as a means of mutual support. The young actresses would lunch on Sunday, discuss movies, books, “boys” and generously feed one another tips on what roles were available at which studios. Myers was an active member.
A typical meeting included: Anita Stewart, Patsy Ruth Miller, Helen Ferguson, Billie Dove, Virginia Zanuck, Gertrud Olmsted, Julanne Johnston, Clara Horton, Ruby Keeler, Loretta Young, Aline MacMahon, Ruth Roland, Carmelita Geraghty, Pauline Garan and Ann Harding. Mary Pickford was godmother to this extraordinary gathering of up and coming stars.
Carmel’s biggest break came when she was chosen to play the wicked Iras in the huge and deeply troubled MGM production of Ben Hur,1925.

The rabbi’s beautiful daughter was frequently cast as the sexy vamp in silent films. She starred and worked with some of the best known stars of the time: John Barrymore, Mary Astor, Rudolph Valentino, Norma Shearer, Adolph Menjou, Eleanor Boardman, Lon Chaney, and Joan Crawford. Carmel made the transition to sound quite nicely, and as she grew older eased gracefully into character parts. But when the roles got too small she shifted into real estate—always a smart bet in Los Angeles—and launched her own perfume company. In 1951 Carmel starred in her own TV show for one season.
But let’s rewind to 1918, when Myers was an emerging Hollywood star. In the comprehensive Valentino biography, Dark Lover, author Emily W. Leider reports that the young, incredibly handsome dancer and aspiring actor Rudolph Valentino—real name, Rodolfo Alfonso Raffaello Piero Filiberto Guglielmi di Valentina d’Antonguolla—was struggling for a foothold in Hollywood. Back in Italy, Valentino’s beloved mother had just died and Valentino was mired in a black depression.
He sat in his small apartment and wept. His financial situation was precarious. Never smart about money, Valentino’s Mercer car had been repossessed because the future star could not afford the monthly payments. Rudy was forced to walk and take streetcars to the endless rounds of casting sessions. Valentino (1895 – 1926) who, in The Shiek, 1921 was transformed into the world’s greatest lover, was lonely, isolated and yearning for love.

Carmel Myers, the rabbis beautiful daughter.
Leider narrates Valentino’s brave but naive attempt to court the Jewish beauty:
Carmel Myers, a teenaged star who picked him to play her boyfriend in two romantic comedies, says he tried to date her but was stymied by her overprotective mother, a rabbi’s wife. When informed by her mother that Carmel was too young to go out with men, he said, ‘Madame Myers, when I want something I never let anyone stand in my way.’ And Mama asked him, ‘Even if the person standing in your way weighs two-hundred and fifty pounds.’
Deadpans Carmel, “I never did have dinner with him.”
Of course, the rebbetzin (Yiddish: rabbi’s wife) did not block Rudy’s path because of Carmel’s tender age. Carmel was 19-years old in 1918, an appropriate age for dating. The truth is that Mama Myers would not allow her daughter to date a non-Jew. American Jews were assimilating at a frightening rate, especially in Hollywood, and Mama was determined that her daughter choose a Jewish husband and raise a Jewish family. Mama got her wish. Carmel Myers was married three times—all Jewish men.
In 1919 Rudy impulsively married actress Jean Acker—a lesbian—who, on their wedding night, locked him out of her bedroom. The marriage was never consummated. They divorced in 1921. Next, Valentino married Natacha Rambova—real name: Winifred Kimball Shaughnessy—the flamboyant costume designer. Rambova was domineering, artistically uncompromising, and she seriously damaged Valentino’s career. They divorced in 1925. A year later, in August, while in New York, Valentino, the most popular male star in the world, was hospitalized with appendicitis and gastric ulcers. Peritonitis set in and the 31-year old star star died.
Over 100,000 people lined the streets of New York for Rudolph Valentino’s funeral. Agatha Hearn, a New York woman and mother, shot herself while clutching a batch of Valentino photos. In London, a young actress named Peggy Scott, surrounded by photos of Valentino, ingested poison and left a note saying: “With his death my last bit of courage has flown.”
A second funeral was held in Los Angeles. Among the numerous mourners weeping at Valentino’s grave was Carmel Myers.

© Robert J. Avrech






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I grew up in a town (Randolph, Mass.) that was predominently Jewish and I feel Rudolph's pain. I chased many young, beautiful Jewish girls, dated a few casually but was forbidden from getting in any way serious with them.
I was struck by the similarities between my Italian heritage and their Jewish one. Particularly the little grandmothers shoving food down out throats whether we wanted it or not.
L' Chaim!
"Thursday the Rabbi Posts"
Another gem, Mr A. You're a national treasure.
My mother-in-law was raised in Lowell, Mass when it was the shoe manufacturing capital of the world. Her father was rabbi to the Jewish community. When my mother-in-law reached marriageable age, 18, her parents immediately shipped her to NY to live with relatives and start meeting appropriate Jewish men. A year later she married a distinguished young rabbi. I once asked my mother-in-law about life in Lowell and she replied: “That good looking Jack Kerouac is from Lowell.”
I'm going to inform my wife that I'm a national treasure—and watch the hilarity set in.
Thanks so much
a dear departed relative was obsessed with Valentino…
Even screen tested for 'the Legend of Rudolph Valentino' which went to the unknown lightweight Anthony Dexter. Terrible film, that.
Valentino was an enigma, the great lover of screen couldn't quite connect in real life as opposed to reel life.
His smoldering appeal and athletic prowess allowed him to challenge Douglas Fairbanks, and 'The Sheik' is still watchable even by today's standards.
As far as the overprotective jewish mother, Italians are not much different. Try floating a Baptist boy past a Catholic Italian mom…
Let's face it: in "Son of Sheik" he set the gold standard for embracing a woman that has never been topped. (And no, I'm not talking about the "…this time, your kisses are free!" scene) Who knew that they already had that all figured out by 1926.
Turning down Valentino? I'd have sobbed for *years* after that.
a good Catholic boy, too…
Eh, as long as you're laughing the marriage has a chance… ; )
Sadly, Lowell has gone the way of many of the Northeast's great mill cities. Very rundown, and overflowing with illegals (it's a "sanctuary city" along with neighboring Lawrence and Nashua, N.H.). I have friends that went to school there and have some fond memories of the city.
I should have mentioned in my original post that I ran up against a few of those Jewish mothers that you described in your article. I'd rather have run the gauntlet of linebackers that I faced playing college football!
Great story about the usually overlooked Silent Era of films. However, I have one nitpick (just a teeny one): Ruby Keeler and Loretta Young would not have been at any Our Club Klatches with Colleen Moore or Carmel Myers in the early 1920s. Both of them would have been around 11 or 12 years old at the time. Keeler didn't even make it to Hollywood until about 1927 and shortly thereafter, married Al Jolson. Loretta was in a few flicks as a very small child (billed as Gretchen Young…her real name).
In the past decade I used to visit the guy's mausoleum on Santa Monica on rather a daily basis. The times were rough (as always they are) and the cemetery, being the only place I could rest my thoughts from the asinine job I held in those days, was also home to those I considered for long my heroes, including Mr. Valentino himself. Somebody today had suggested I "think of a happy place" (as Jim Carrey had done in the restroom sequence of Dumb and Dumber) and the first thing I thought of was the young man's vault. Seemingly most cemeteries tend to give you the willies but not here. Whenever God decides to resurrect the dead for Judgment I want to awake at that particular cemetery, with all the helicopters, ice-cream truck music, gangbangers shooting at angels and whatnot. I see nothing gloomy or macabre about that in spite of my 29 pretentious years. What a coincidence for Mr. Avrech to have mentioned Rudy today even in passing! And when you miss Los Angeles you really miss it. As for Robert, God bless'im.
I always appreciated the sequel considerably more than its predecessor, though I guess it really all depends on the weather. A while previous I managed to find Rudy's "Cobra" listed online (I refuse to mention the rental service) and when I ordered it they kept sending Stallone's version until I eventually gave up entirely. No offense to Mr. Stallone but I really wanted to see Mr. Valentino's edition. Also I wish somebody had the smarts to release "Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse" on DVD. The last time I checked it was still out-of-print except for VHS.
You've done it again Mr. Avrech. Thank you so much for yet another wonderful article. As I read it, I had a feeling I knew why lovely Carmel's mother objected to her dating Valentino; I was getting teary-eyed thinking about it, but that's the hopeless romantic that I am! It also makes one wonder 'What if…?' Oh well. On checking IMDB, I realized that I have seen Carmel in at least four of her movies — Intolerence, Ben-Hur, Beau Brummel and Svengali. Thank you, too, for touching upon some of Valentino the real man, ironic in that — just last night — I saw parts of the horrific 'Valentino' with Nureyev, which was laughable to my mother and me to the point of embarrassment. It's just a shame no one has made a real movie about his fascinating and sad life, this man who — 80+ years after the fact — still makes me swoon…and he was an idol of my grandmother's time and way before mine (despite my user name *bg*). At any rate, thanks Mr. Avrech. You've made my day again.
The World's Greatest Lover. It's amazing how the legend of Valentino lives on. Too bad he turned down "Ben Hur", it could have been his apex.
Thanks so much for the teeny correction. On page 115 of Colleen Moore's Silent Star is a shot of Our Group. Loretta Young and Ruby Keeler are both pictured. I guess the photo was snapped in the mid to late 20's and not the early 20's.
Reportedly the Ken Russell biopic (can I call it that?) is breathtaking for its errors–for example (as I heard) the film's suggestion that Valentino and Arbuckle had been mortal enemies when in truth they adjusted quite well to each other. Based on the critics I never bothered to watch it even though I own the blasphemous material in question. Is the movie entertaining at least in spite of the liberties taken? Or is it a waste entirely? Years ago I heard Wilmer Valderrama of "That 70s Show" was interested in playing Valentino for a biopic and yet I have heard absolutely nothing since.
Lowell was a good boxing town. Mickey Ward and some other guys came out of there.
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Well, if it's John the Baptist…
ho!
My favorite discussion of Valentino is in "Thoroughly Modern Milly" which shoots wide to include Tom Sawyer. "When you've got it you've got it."
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Believe me, I had no intent at all to criticize your article. I assume you were talking about the early twenties and I know Ruby and Loretta were a little young to be hanging around the \”older gals\” at that time. Didn't know you were referring to the latter part of the decade.
My bad! I always enjoy your articles. Keep up the great work!
Well I second that notion—– I'd even bump you up to international or universal treasure, for that matter.
I saw him at a minor league hockey game in Lowell about 5 years ago….they gave out his bobblehead! Lowell also has a great single A ball park right on the river……
" universal treasure " …you mean like 'Unobtainium' ? ; )
I'm happy to tell you, yes it is — and it's on SALE!
http://turnerclassic.moviesunlimited.com/product….
http://turnerclassic.moviesunlimited.com/product….
I thought I posted this already — did it drop off?
Anyway: your DVD's on TCM's site — and on sale.
Biopic is being kind! And I had forgotten that it was a Ken Russell movie, but even mentioned to my mom that it had the feel of one! LOL We ran across it accidentally while channel surfing, only stopping when I started laughing at a flamboyantly dressed Leslie Caron, and saying — on seeing what looked like cotton balls in her hair — "OMG! She looks like Nazimova in 'Salome', which got my mother's interest as she didn't know the movie! That was when we saw it was 'Valentino' and we stayed with it for about 30 minutes before laughingly giving up.
Actually, I so love Navarro in that role, I can't imagine anyone else. Not even Heston! — and though I j'adore me some Rudy, he'd've been better as the rival, not Judah.
Part 2: (The 'recreations' of scenes from The Sheik and Four Horsemen, both of which I have seen — were so exaggerated and played for such camp that my eyes nearly rolled into the back of my head!) I'm not sure about every detail, but based on most documentaries and reading I've done on Valentino, it seemed so off the mark I felt uncomfortable with Russell's interpretation, and I could have done without the jail scene involving not only some explicit deviancy, but a near-graphic sexual assault! We bowed out shortly after that. So no, you haven't missed anything, and despite me seeing parts of it by accident after all these years, I wouldn't bother trying to rent the abomination IMO.
I believe I've seen most of his movies that are still in existence, and one of my favorite performances is 'Cobra,' which may have been his last movie. He showed — as he did in 'Four Horsemen' — not only a sex appeal but that there was acting talent there as well, and the final scene remains haunting to me even now. He was indeed a true 'World's Greatest Lover', and when I think of the ones Hollywood attempts to push on us now (and remember that Valentino was WAY before my time), I just shake my head and ask "You've GOT to be kidding!" Clooney? Affleck? Depp? Sorry. This girl knows what she likes! (Valentino in Ben-Hur….*sigh*)
Did you catch "Beyond the Rocks"? TCM showed the mostly-restored, some-stills version recently. He actually makes me believe Gloria Swanson is attractive. lol There at the end, he comes up behind her, and runs a finger up the back of her neck, and I….*glug*….
[recovers long enough to say:] Oh, for heaven's sake, let's just all shriek at once & get it over with.
Indeed I did, when it was first released on DVD! I was surprised I had never heard of it, but loved it all, and yes, it actually made me believe that Swanson was much younger than the role she was playing.
And I know the moment you mentioned *sigh* I may have to rent a Valentino movie again…soon! LOL
The Tinseltownsman: YOU are not the first person with that problem. I mentioned 'Cobra' on YouTube during a discussion of the famous tango scne in 'Four Horsemen…' and a fellow fan said SHE had the same problem! And trust me, there's a huge difference between the Stallone Cobra and the Rudy one LOL I was surprised becausse I didn't have that problem, but I think I may have rented it from the online rental service that begins with a B and not the one that begns with an N! And I think someone has already mentioned it, but yes, 'Four Horsemen' is on the "B" side of a documentary on Valentino.
In the past decade I used to visit the guy's mausoleum on Santa Monica on rather a daily basis. The times were rough (as always they are) and the cemetery, being the only place I could rest my thoughts from the asinine job I held in those days, was also home to those I considered for long my heroes, including Mr. Valentino himself. Somebody today had suggested I "think of a happy place" (as Jim Carrey had done in the restroom sequence of Dumb and Dumber) and the first thing I thought of was the young man's vault. Seemingly most cemeteries tend to give you the willies but not here. Whenever God decides to resurrect the dead for Judgment I want to awake at that particular cemetery, with all the helicopters, ice-cream truck music, gangbangers shooting at angels and whatnot. I see nothing gloomy or macabre about that in spite of my 29 pretentious years. What a coincidence for Mr. Avrech to have mentioned Rudy today even in passing! And when you miss Los Angeles you really miss it. As for Robert, God bless'im.
One wonders how history would have been different had Rudy and Carmel married. And to think what the world thought of Valentino and his (assumed) success with women and reality.
I suspect that he was an unhappy man.
Wonderful as always. I knew nothing about Carmel so this was revelatory.
You mean Hollywood, not Santa Monica, no? Valentino is interred at Hollywood Forever Cemetery (on Santa Monica Blvd, true), which is most definitely in Hollywood proper, just north of Paramount Studios. That's the cemetery where they frequently show movies outside at night, and where they put on a very enjoyable Day of the Dead festival yearly.
I watched about 20 minutes of Russell's biopic then turned it off in disgust. It's not just inaccurate, but stupid.
Siren:
Thanks so much. I've been so busy that I have not had a chance to take part in the film preservation blogposts, but I do want to mention a lost Carmel Myers film that was recently rediscovered and restored.
From Senses of Cinema.
I also plan to blog about several important Edgar Ulmer Yiddish films that are just wodeful, probably his best work, restored by Brandeis.
Siren:Thanks so much everyone. The rabbis beautiful daughter—not Carmel, my wife Karen—is still chuckling at the idea of yours truly as a treasure of any kind:-)
Actually, it's my bad. I did not make the dates clear in my post. I'm always happy to be corrected and learn something new. Keeps me sharp.
Thanks so much for the blessing. Right back to you.
Thanks so much for the kind words. No silent movie actor—with the possible exception of Clara Bow—is so misunderstood and maligned by modern audiences. Valentino did so much with such really lousy roles. At his best, he moved like a panther and made women feel dangerously loved. He was the first of the beloved bad boys.
Confession: I have never seen "Millie." Should I?
Valentino was not a chronically unhappy man. According to Pasy Ruth Miller, a close friend, Rudy was just an ordinary Italian kid who loved to cook massive pots of spaghetti and pasta, drive expensive cars, and enjoy his custom made clothes. He was attracted to beautful, controlling women and never really knew how to properly negotiate the complex corridors of power in Hollywood. He was, I think, socially immature. And he was not, as some have charged, homosexual.
A while back I had the opportunity to watch Orson Welles' Touch of Evil at the cemetery in question. Somehow I missed it.
You're welcome. Thank you.
Many thanks for it. The price ain't bad either. Thanks again. Seriously.
Also I'd score the response you made except I lost my password some time ago and I always manage to comment as a guest. But thanks again.
I remember seeing "Forgotten Silver" as it became popular not long after Peter Jackson completed the LOTR trilogy. I was curious about it — although I already knew it to be a mockumentary — and I don't think it made much of an impression on me. I barely recall much of it now! LOL
As for the Nureyev Valentino, as I mentioned before, I don't think you missed much. My mom and I came in on the middle of it and I'm surprised we watched it as long as we did (I think we were laughing so hard we lost track). Had it not been for stopping to see Caron's Nazimova with cotton balls in her hair, I never would have seen as much as we did. I had lucked out all these years without seeing it. Guess my luck just couldn't last! LOL
Good luck in finding 'Cobra.'
What a world. And it was rental service B in my own case also. A third time they accidentally had sent a Peter Jackson movie called "Forgotten Silver"–coincidentally a fictional documentary involving a silent-era movie pioneer from New Zealand who never actually existed, which managed to infuriate a lot of film-school students in that country. As for the Ken Russell (Nureyev) fiasco, I honestly tried to watch the first ten minutes the other night and something seemed "incorrect" about it. Thank you kindly for the warning/confirmation.
Robert, that is wonderful news, and I really look forward to reading about them.You know how I feel about anything Howe touched, and Ulmer was definitely a major talent working in minor budgets. I had not wanted to pester you about the blogathon as I am well aware of the demands on you at the moment. But when you publish these, you can always include the NFPF donation link–their work goes on well past tonight!
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