THE ONE SIGNIFICANT thing that happened at the Evening Star premiere was that I shook hands with Peter Bogdanovich for the first time since the making of Texasville, over various loud fallings-out we had.
But this time he came with his daughters, whom I like. Peter was wearing his same Serbian martyr’s look, which I remember from the Oscarcast of 1972. Grudges are normal, but to hold them forever, especially in a town like Hollywood, where hundreds of people are apt to be holding grudges, becomes silly. It can even become an obsession. So I went over to Peter and said hello. He was, by this time, married (I think) to L.B., sister of the late Dorothy Stratten.
I had met L.B. only glancingly, at one of my last visits to the mansion on Copa De Oro.
Much later I heard that L.B., once the shooting of Texasville was over, sometimes journeyed from the Bel Air villa to Wichita Falls, because she found the malls in the latter place friendlier. Going from Bel Air to Wichita Falls, Texas, for the purpose of shopping, would probably make L.B. unique on the planet.
However, there are other reasons for her to make the trip. One would be that the villa on Copa De Oro was sliding down into ruin. Every time I went it grew shabbier and shabbier.
I never heard L.B. speak of these visits but then I never really heard her speak at all.
Another possible explanation for L.B.’s shopping trips to the malls of Wichita Falls is that she simply found the Texans friendlier than the strange, seminocturnal creatures of Bel Air.