He speaks not as the untouchable matinee idol, but as an old man who lost the love of his life in the most public, painful way imaginable. Wagner’s recollections are marked less by scandal than by sorrow: the sound of the ocean, the sting of harsh words, the silence that followed. He admits to arguments, to pride, to human frailty, without pretending that memory can perfectly reconstruct the chaos of that night.
Robert Wagner Breaks His Silence: Reflecting on Natalie Wood and Hollywood’s Enduring Mystery