I think August 2nd should be declared an international holiday, Myrna Loy Day.
I first saw her in The Thin Man and last month I was watching The Best Years of Our Lives and marvelling that she just might have been the perfect movie wife, whoever she happened to be married to onscreen. She exudes warmth and love but it doesn't come with anything like sticky sentiment so much as a purifying cool. She's timeless even though she has one of those faces that only seems to have existed in the 1930s.
I love her.