How 100 acid trips in Tinseltown 'changed my life'

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How 100 acid trips in Tinseltown 'changed my life'

Says Cary Grant...

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At the height of his fame, Cary Grant turned to LSD therapy for help.

He later claimed the drug saved him, but did it also spell the end of his

career?

In the late 1950s, at the height of his fame, Cary Grant set off on a trip

in search of his true self, unpicking the myth he had spent three decades

perfecting. He tried hypnosis and yoga and felt that they both came up

short.

So he began dropping acid and claimed to have found inner peace. “During my

LSD sessions, I would learn a great deal,” he would later remark.

“And the result was a rebirth. I finally got where I wanted to go.”

Grant’s adventures in psychedelia – an estimated 100 sessions, spanning the

years 1958-1961 – provide the basis for Becoming Cary Grant, a fascinating

documentary that plays at next week’s Cannes film festival.

It’s a film that takes its lead from Grant himself, undressing and probing

the star of North by Northwest to the point where the very title risks

feeling like a red herring.

“Like all documentary makers, we started out looking at the construction of

Cary Grant,” says producer Nick Ware.

“But we ended up deconstructing him through the LSD sessions.”

 

    In one LSD dream I imagined myself as a giant penis launching off from

Earth like a spaceship

  ...Cary Grant

If the film never quite manages to pin the actor like a butterfly, that’s

probably for the best.

Grant spent his life as a creature in flight.

His mercurial nature was the making of him – a peculiarly Gatsby-esque urge

that allowed a Bristol street urchin named Archie Leach to reimagine himself

as an American prince, the embodiment of Hollywood grace and glamour.

Even so, the documentary does a good job in showing what spurred him, what

spooked him and how – wittingly or not – he dragged his former identity

along for the ride.

“I have spent the greater part of my life fluctuating between Archie Leach

and Cary Grant,” he once confessed.

“Unsure of each, suspecting each.” It was this tension, this friction that

struck such sparks on the

 

In addition to providing a cinematic case study, though, the film opens a

window on to a lost utopia of LSD therapy.

 

Indirectly, it spotlights a school of experimental medicine that flourished

briefly before the arrival of Timothy Leary and the west coast hippie scene.

 

Between 1950 and 1965, around 40,000 patients were prescribed lysergic acid

to treat conditions as diverse as alcoholism, schizophrenia and PTSD.

 

In the UK, Powick Hospital funded an “LSD clinic”.

In the US, the CIA tested the drug as a truth serum.

Turned on to the treatment by his third wife, Betsy Drake, Grant submitted

himself to weekly sessions with Dr Mortimer Hartman at the Psychiatric

Institute of Beverly Hills. The effects were startling.

 

“In one LSD dream I imagined myself as a giant penis launching off from

Earth like a spaceship.”

 

“He claimed he was saved by LSD,” explains Mark Kidel, the film’s director.

 “You have to remember that Cary was a private man. He rarely gave

interviews.

And yet, after taking acid, he personally contacted Good Housekeeping

magazine and said: ‘I want to tell the world about this.

It has changed my life. Everyone’s got to take it.’ I’ve also heard that

Timothy Leary read this interview, or was told about it, and that his own

interest in acid was essentially sparked by Cary Grant.”

In making his film, Kidel secured access to Grant’s 16mm home movies,

together with snippets from his unpublished autobiography.

But the LSD gave the tale its structure; justified all its flashbacks.

“I’m part of the 60s generation. I’ve taken acid myself,” he says.

“Not a lot, but enough to think, ‘Wow, someone who’s taken it 100 times

would have had really felt the effects’.

He would have had a lot going on.”

Grant moved at speed, his demons snapping perpetually at his heels.

He was just 14 when he signed on as an acrobat with the Bob Pender Stage

Troupe; only 16 when he boarded a boat for the US.

He changed his name and his accent.

He tried on marriages like tailored suits, discarding them when they began

to pinch.

 

His fear of intimacy, he would later realise, was the result of his troubled

relationship with his mother, who had abruptly vanished when he was still a

child. Grant assumed she had died.

 

He was in his 30s, already a movie star, when he discovered that Elsie Leach

had actually been committed to the Bristol Lunatic Asylum by his

philandering father.

When Grant went to rescue her, Elsie suspiciously looked him up and down.

“Archie?” she said. “Is that really you?” Except that by this point, of

course, even he wasn’t sure.

“People looked at Cary Grant as the epitome of accomplished, sophisticated

survival,” says the film historian David Thomson.

“But I don’t think that he felt it.”

The irony was that it was this whiff of uncertainty that made him so

appealing; the sense that he was always Archie Leach playing the role of

Cary Grant and allowing the audience in on the joke.

Directors Howard Hawks and Alfred Hitchcock would identify what Thomson

refers to as his “fascinating insecurity” and push it to the fore in films

such as His Girl Friday and Notorious.

Through therapy, it seems, Grant made his peace with it, too.

Ware points out that his LSD sessions coincided with the star’s professional

heyday.

“This was the time of North by Northwest and Charade.

So all that period when he is the biggest box office star in the world is

also the period when he’s taking LSD.

He has reached this incredible level of total minimalism, inner peace. I’m

sure the acid informed the acting.”

And yet both, it transpired, were on borrowed time.

LSD possession was made illegal in 1966, the same year that Grant announced

his retirement from acting.

By then he had already rolled back on his support for the drug.

Acid was a counterculture accessory, it didn’t fit with his image, although

it seems that he never regretted the experiences.

On his death, in 1986, the actor bequeathed a gift of £10,000 to Dr Hartman.

Today, incidentally, the treatment appears primed for a comeback.

The recent Psychedelic Science conference in Oakland, California presented

the results of clinical trials that used MDMA to treat mental illness and

trauma.

If acid helped inform Grant’s acting, I wonder if it also prompted his

withdrawal.

Acting, perhaps, was his coping strategy, his brilliant disguise; a symptom

he felt he could eventually afford to let go.

But Kidel has his doubts.

He thinks that Grant simply took the decision to quit while he was at the

top of his game.

He had shot enough films and made enough money.

 

On top of that, his life had changed. “I think he stopped because he became

a father,” Kidel says.

The way Grant tells it, his LSD sessions were a “beneficial cleansing”.

The experience, he said, “brought him close to happiness” without ever

entirely ironing out all his kinks.

In later life, he largely removed himself from the limelight.

His daughter, Jennifer, was born when he was 62, in the same year he made

his last appearance on screen.

Having been in flight from commitment for most his life, he reportedly

relished his new role as a parent.

Kidel’s film wraps up with home movie footage from Grant’s autumn years.

It shows father and daughter lounging in front of the TV, or dancing

together on the terrace of his home.

 

“It was a real battle to get that footage,” the director explains. “Jennifer

didn’t want to give it up.

She said she was going to use it for a show she was planning with Gregory

Peck’s daughter.

They were going to go touring theatres, talking about their famous fathers.

 But I had a sense that the show was never going to happen.”

I’m glad she relented: the footage provides the documentary with a gorgeous

little coda.

On the sunlit terrace, we see the dad and daughter link arms, switch

positions and join hands. Grant would be about 70 by this point.

He is thickset, white-haired, sporting heavyweight bifocals.

But the man still dances beautifully, his old grace still intact.

He comes skipping across the flagstones, giving the purest performance of

them all.

 

    Becoming Cary Grant will be shown at the Cannes film festival festival-

cannes dot com/en.

It will be broadcast in the US on Showtime on 9 June.

 

https://www.theguardian.com/film/2017/may/12/cary-grant-how-100-acid-trips-
in-tinseltown-changed-my-life-lsd-documentary