Vanity Fair has published a longish article about the presumably romantic cohabitation between Cary Grant and Randolph Scott, which began in the early ’30s and ended sometime…I forget but somewhere around ’38 or ’39. Written by David Canfield, it’s titled “Cary Grant and Randolph Scott’s Hollywood Story: ‘Our Souls Did Touch’“.
The subhead reads, “Hedda Hopper once asked of Grant, ‘Whom does he think he’s fooling?’ The star’s bond with Scott has been the subject of nearly a century of speculation, but the truth about their impact on each other’s lives has been hiding in plain sight.”
It’s basically another speculation piece — nothing freshly authoritative or rock-solid — but Canfield is apparently persuaded that their sexual activity was fleeting or discreet or something in that realm (i.e., no pitching or catching, no Crisco), and that the emotionally anxious or unstable Grant was more head-over-heels about Scott, who came from a wealthy Virginia family, than Scott was about him.
In any event a friend has suggested that the Grant-Scott saga could be an intriguing Ryan Murphy miniseries of some kind. I’m not so sure. They lived together and then they didn’t because there was too much loose talk around town. Somehow they got away with pretending to be mere roommates for several years, but finally Grant was told by this or that studio head that enough was enough. That’s one version of the story, at least.
