We Can't All Like the Same Things
Although I think Bette Davis was one of our great actresses for a number of reasons, I can certainly see why she wasn't everybody's cup of tea. For a different set of reasons, one could feel the same towards John Wayne. It either works for you or it doesn't.
As to Bette's ability, or lack thereof, to carry off comedy - I would hardly base that judgment on the poorly conceived and abominably written "The Decorator". Her character, more than "loosely-based" on Margo Channing in All About Eve and several lines of dialogue practically lifted from that screenplay hardly adds up to great television. (And was there a single funny line of dialogue to be found anywhere in that show, from ANY actor? Dub Taylor, notwithstanding). It's particularly embarrassing since co-writing credit goes to Mart Crowley, who was later responsible for the brilliant and bitingly funny, The Boys in the Band.
I won't add any further comments to Bette's attitude, career choices and how she got where she did other than to say since "The Decorator" was produced by Four Star Productions, she more than likely had a big hand in the finished product... but let me add this personal experience.
In early 1980, the LA County Museum of Art's Film Dept was running a Bette Davis film series. Midway through the series she was to make a surprise appearance one evening, between the double feature. She arrived at the museum a good 60 minutes before she was to magically appear in front of the audience. She spent that time chatting it up (and smoking like a chimney - this was before her stroke) with no more than three people, in the theatre's tiny ticket office. The subjects wafted between her career, Jack Warner - of course, her time spent living in Laguna Beach (one of the folks in the ofice lived in Laguna Beach simultaneously) etc. So the conversation was relaxed, personal, not fan-obsessed and a great deal of fun for all who were lucky enough to wander through the office to hear her stories.
When the time came to introduce her to the audience, I was charged with escorting her to the backstage area and place her directly upstage of the curtain. While she waited the few moments before the curtain raising, she was nervous and concerned the audience would feel let down. She needn't have worried though. I'm not sure who enjoyed themselves more.
Now whether her concern was the sign of a real trouper, an egomaniac, an aging performer concerned just how many fans she still has, or just good old fashioned nerves, I'll let others judge. All I can say is, it was great to have been there to share the moment.