Dyan Cannon

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Dyan Cannon (born Samille Diane Friesen on January 4, 1937) is an American film and television actress, director, screenwriter, editor, and producer.

  • "Eventually I gave in, even though everything told me to run for my life, and Dr Hartman gave me a tiny blue pill to dissolve under my tongue. Seconds later, or maybe it was hours, I looked at Cary, who was turning into an old man in front of my eyes. His skin sagged, his eyelids drooped, his neck hung like tangled bedsheets. The walls had turned crimson and were breathing, in-out, in-out. Then came the dancing bears, who were scowling and singing nursery rhymes in German. ‘Make it stop,’ I screamed and Dr Hartman handed me another pill to knock me out. Eighteen hours later, I woke up feeling like I’d been run over by a truck. ‘How in the hell can giant bears singing in German bring you closer to God?’ I asked Cary, vowing that I would never repeat the experience.
  • "On and on it went and no matter how much I tried to change, it never seemed to be enough. I even agreed to his suggestion that we should get the nanny to take Jennifer to the park each Saturday, leaving us alone to take LSD together. I hoped that I might emerge from these supposedly ego-shattering, soul-freeing sessions as a shiny new wife who could effortlessly meld as one with her husband, but this succession of acid trips only killed my appetite, disrupted my sleep and made me both nervous and drowsy".
  • "He was still obsessed with the idea that LSD would make me whole as a person and the spectre of prising Jennifer loose from Cary if we divorced was more terrifying than anything I could think of, including an acid trip. I agreed to try it again and this time the experience was more terrifying than it had ever been before. At one point I felt as if I was being sucked into a dark tunnel. ‘Get me out of here!’ I screamed at Cary. ‘I can’t breathe. I’m going to die.’ ‘Then you’ll be reborn!’ he replied, kneeling beside me. His eyes seemed like two gleaming pools of mercury. ‘You’ll be reborn and you’ll be new.’ Only when I started screaming did he finally relent and give me a Valium to neutralise the effects of the LSD. ‘Never again,’ I told him when I had finally recovered. ‘My psyche won’t take another battering like that.’ ‘If it won’t, it won’t,’ he said curtly and walked away."
  • "Eventually I suffered a breakdown and was admitted to a psychiatric hospital where doctors told me the LSD had contributed to my fragile state of mind, and that I was lucky to be alive. The truth is that Cary never loved the woman I was; he loved the ‘enlightened’ woman he hoped LSD would help me become. And if I needed any reminder of that, I had only to look back to the night we met in a restaurant in the months leading up to our divorce."
- My husband Cary Grant force-fed me LSD and it nearly killed me - DailyMail, 8 October 2011