This is a rough week, everyone.
Word comes this afternoon that the great Lauren Bacall has died, at the age of 89. Born Betty Joan Perske, she burst onto the film scene 70 years ago — still a teenager — in “To Have and Have Not” opposite Humphrey Bogart, who became her real-life great love. Her long career encompassed dozens of films (she was still making movies in her 80s; check her out in “The Walker” a few years back), Broadway stardom including Tony awards for the musicals “Applause” and “Woman of the Year,” a successful non-ghostwritten memoir (“By Myself”; it’s terrific), political activism . . . and, through it all, That Voice, a whiskey-toned basement purr that nobody who heard it ever forgot.
Here she is, so very long ago, an elegant reed of a woman singing “How Little We Know” to Bogie in “To Have and Have Not”; star quality, screen chemistry, and pure class defined. They don’t make ’em like this anymore. What a sad day.
May the two of them be happy warbling together tonight, somewhere.