The third and final entry in the Joan Collins bathtub series, this time from “The Opposite Sex.” In her memoirs, Joan writes that the director rehearsed the scene for two days, with Joan in the tub, with real bubbles, and prop men standing at the ready to add dishwashing detergent and Lux soap flakes to keep it up.

After one day:

“my nether regions were pink and puffy. At the end of the second day they were sore and swollen. On the third day, when we finally started to shoot, I was a mass of tender, raw flesh. It was agony to sit down, and when the detergent-filled water touched my body, I felt like Joan of Arc burning at the stake. The misery on my face was evident.”

So, the studio doc shot her up with pain killers, and the prop department came up with a plywood shield. The bubbles were on top, while Joan stayed dry below. The part of Joan’s body that was still slippery when wet was smeared in Vaseline and bandages. Underneath, she had on a pair of men’s long johns and she sat on cushions. Success!

And that’s the magic of Hollywood.