Word: actor
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...Notre Dame student, is one of the few who never need a specific national reason for partying, once gave a soiree for British Poetess Dame Edith Sitwell, whose connections with Peru had hitherto been obscure. Last weekend Berckemeyer did it again: an after-theater supper for British Actor Sir John Gielgud. French embassy parties, while never very big, are among the most enjoyable, are distinguished by the beauty of Ambassador Hervé Alphand's second wife (he was divorced, remarried last summer) and the ambassador's after-dinner impersonations of Winston Churchill and France...
Really Faithful. Out of the swimming pools, Tammy went to New York, studied at the Neighborhood Playhouse, and spent two years playing in somber epics, including Mourning Becomes Electra. TV and a few other acting bits kept Tammy going until 1954, when she met and later married Canada-born Actor Christopher Plummer, now starring in Archibald MacLeish's play J.B. At the time, Tammy was working in the box office at the Westport (Conn.) Playhouse. "They fired me," she says, "because I lost them $500 giving away free passes." (The habit still afflicts her. At the Downstairs...
Romanoff and Juliet. Actor Peter Ustinov does a fine job with Playwright Ustinov's international farce. In CHICAGO...
Enjoyed your fine cinema review of The Horse's Mouth, but found it interesting where you state Alec Guinness "never quite manages to convince anybody that the old rapscallion [Gulley Jimson] is really a genius . . . He is a highly intelligent actor, but he simply lacks the demonic force to fill out a personality as large as Jimson's [Nov. 24]." I can't help thinking back a few years to when my late, demonic-forced husband, Robert (Odd Man Out) Newton, wanted to play Joyce Gary's hero. He was constantly being told he should...
There was still some British reserve. The overall effect of Pollock's overall-painted patterns, said the Spectator soberly, was "neurasthenic dazzle." Yet even the New Statesman's gloomy John Berger had at last swung to Pollock's side, comparing him to Actor James Dean as an unhappy genius in an age out of joint. Berger's best guess on Pollock's approach to art: "In desperation he made his theme the impossibility of finding a theme. Having the ability to speak, he acted dumb...