John Wayne's outrageous antics on set exposed... including 'bullying' a CHILD actor
While many of his co-stars have praised his professionalism and hard working nature, not everybody had a wonderful experience with the late star.
While filming his 1953 western Hondo, Wayne reportedly 'bullied' and berated one of the child actors in the film.
According to Ronald L Davis' unauthorized biography on Wayne, Duke: The Life and Image of John Wayne, the star would also throw tantrums on set.
'Every morning, when he would be hungover, he would have a screaming fit,' his Hondo co-star Geraldine Page said.
'He'd yell at somebody until he got hoarse. He would pick on some technical point, and he was always right,' she added.
Wayne apparently then got frustrated with child actor Lee Aaker during filming - and he wasn't afraid to show it.
'He kept trying to bully the child into doing what he wanted, and the boy wouldn't do it,' Page claimed, adding that Wayne would make Aaker retake scenes 'over and over again.'
Page isn't the only former co-star of Wayne's to expose his on-set behavior.
George Takei, who starred alongside Wayne in the critically panned 1968 war drama The Green Berets, claimed that The Searchers star had a reputation for relentlessly bullying one crew member of every film he worked on.
'There was a quirk in him. I was shocked. I was told he did it with every production,' Takei told Express.
'He singled out one man, always a big bruiser of a guy, tall, husky and muscular, usually a stuntman or a stand in. And he pilloried these people there on the set with everyone looking on,' he continued.
'I was embarrassed being there. He did it all consistently with this guy and then people who worked with him on other productions told me he always did that.
'He picked one person to excoriate relentlessly. Sometimes these guys broke down in tears.'
Takei believes that this was Wayne's way of 'establishing his alpha, top dog status' on set.
'I was with him for three months and he wasn't like that with anyone else. It was some kind of mental thing I think,' he added.
Despite his legendary status in Hollywood, Wayne has been criticized for years over a 1971 Playboy magazine interview in which he made bigoted statements against Black people, Native Americans and the LGBTQ community.
'I believe in white supremacy until the Blacks are educated to a point of responsibility. I don't believe in giving authority and positions of leadership and judgment to irresponsible people,' he said at the time.
Wayne also said that although he didn't condone slavery, 'I don't feel guilty about the fact that five or 10 generations ago these people were slaves.'
The actor added he felt no remorse in the subjugation of Native Americans.
'I don't feel we did wrong in taking this great country away from them. Our so-called stealing of this country from them was just a matter of survival,' he said.
'There were great numbers of people who needed new land, and the Indians were selfishly trying to keep it for themselves.'
Wayne called movies such as Easy Rider and Midnight Cowboy perverted, and used a gay slur to refer to the two main characters of the latter film.
He was 63 when he made the remarks.
During his career, Wayne was one of America's biggest box office draws for almost three decades.
His most famous films include Rio Bravo, The Searchers, Stagecoach, and True Grit, which earned him the Academy Award for Best Actor.
He died of stomach cancer in 1979 and was posthumously awarded the Presidential Medal of Freedom in 1980.
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