Toni, you must watch Casablanca (Ingrid Bergman & Humphrey Bogart). In that movie Bergman - to people my age and older - almost defines "classy lady." But, who knows, maybe Casablanca would seem like an offbeat comedy? Two friends my age laughed their way through Cleopatra (Elizabeth Taylor & Richard Burton). I understood their mirth, but was not struck quite the same way.
Interesting that Ingrid Bergman would suffer in real life as she suffers in the movie: in one case being married to a wooden and unappreciative husband, in another being married to a wooden and unappreciative audience. I spent some of my formative years overseas; I never heard that story before. Yet somehow tragic characters command yet more pathos, do they not? I'm glad she got a pretty good red HT named in her honor.
I think if there were a rose that got tall, spread widely, had vicious thorns, choked out everything in its path, and looked simultaneously gorgeous and bone-chillingly menacing it would have to be called Joan Crawford.