“There is love, of course. And then there’s life, its enemy.” —Jean Anouilh
Jack Nicholson and Anjelica Huston were the perfect combination for the wild 70s and the glitzy 80s: he, the larger-than-life movie star bad boy and she, Hollywood royalty and the muse of fashion designers. Both monumental movie stars, very talented, with faces that were just made to be on screen, and both so cool and glamorous, with the entire world as their playground. Brad and Angelina are dowdy homebodies in comparison.
I would love if they’d had a child, a boy perhaps, who would have Jack’s grin and Anjelica’s eyes, and would be working with directors like Darren Aronofsky and Spike Jonze. Or a girl, who would, of course, look exactly like Anjelica and would have her own clothing line or award-winning screenplays. Either boy or girl, they would DJ the best Hollywood clubs in their spare time and run around dating the likes of Emily Blunt, Vincent Kartheiser, and Elettra Wiedemann.
As much as I sound like I’d want them to have this child, my preference is what’s actually reality—that they never did. I like it better this way because it allows them to remain legendary in Hollywood couple history: young, decadent, romantic, and free.
Their breakup was a thing of ugliness—Jack cheated and Anjelica “beat the hell out of” him—but he has said, “With Anjelica, it was as good as it gets….I felt completely wiped out emotionally after the separation. It was probably the most difficult period in my life.”
Recently, at the age of 74, he presented her with a diamond and ruby necklace for her birthday. She, at 60, accepted it.
This post was written by Tori.
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