He held himself immobile in the restless crowd, arms folded, a set expression on his face. You could see it in the director George Cukor’s rigid stance. Selznick had invited everybody who worked at the studio to watch the “festivities” of the first day of shooting, a word that had produced a fair number of snickers among those who knew how fraught with problems this venture was. A roll of jittery chatter was threading through the huddled crowd of people on the edge of the Back Forty. Why not tough, sexy Doris? Thinking about it made her less intimidating, if not more likable. Lots of girls here were walking around emulating some star they wished they could be. It occurred to Julie that Doris sounded a little too much like the wisecracking, flip Rosalind Russell. Her speech had its usual cynical tone, delivered with a roll of the eyes and a wry, impatient twist of the mouth-not quite a smirk. "Nothing nervous about this happy crowd, I’d say,” murmured Doris, surveying the field where she and dozens of others stood waiting.
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