“Hello, Dexter” (spoken warily). “Hello, George” (spoken disapprovingly). “Hello, Mike” (spoken breathlessly). Only one voice does one hear - only one face does one see. It could never be otherwise.
I was 15, sitting in a 55-cent balcony seat at the Shubert Theater on Broadway when I heard those words and saw the face of Katharine Hepburn live for the first time. It was “The Philadelphia Story.” I knew then that she was different. She is that rare creature, her voice immediately bringing to mind her astonishing face. She is a member of that club of very few actresses who at their sound are totally identifiable. An immediate vision.