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...future is still none too promising. The team has been hampered all year by poor ball-handling a lack of height, and a frequest inability to follow pregame strategy. And the next two squads it faces are powerhouses: B.U. (a 84-76 victor over the Yardlings last Wednesday) and Bentley Junior College...
...that his money rightfully belongs to her. So she puts a bullet in Maggie's head, a revolver in Maggie's hand and Edie's clothes on Maggie's back. Maggie is buried in Edie's grave and Edie goes tootling off in the Bentley to install herself in Maggie's mansion. But not for long. Turns out that in choosing Maggie's life, Edie has inadvertently chosen Maggie's death-at the hands of the law. Too late she discovers that it wasn't a heart attack killed Maggie...
Nobody Loves an Albatross has as its hero-heel a man who can kiss his own reflection in a mirror and really mean it. Nat Bentley is a television writer-producer in Hollywood, but his most inspired production is his ebulliently maleficent self. He is an imp of distilled evil. He is a triple-tongued double dealer, a glib Vesuvius of fantasy and falsehood, a perpetual-emotion machine with nary an honest feeling...
Played with prancing, gleeful guile by Robert Preston, the role of Nat Bentley is as magnetic as sin. Playwright Ronald Alexander has surrounded him with zany astrologers of the marketplace-hack writers, foxy talent agents, dubbed-in laugh effects men-who cast horoscopes under the sign of the dollar to see if the public will prefer the TV story of a myna bird that refuses to talk or a chimpanzee that plays Lady Macbeth. The dialogue is more quippish than witty, but the hip mass-media-men-at-work lingo scatters the laughs over an occasional drab patch of script...
...weekends Guy and Marie Hélène drive in the Mercedes or the Bentley to their 9,000-acre estate at Ferrières, 19 miles east of Paris, where high, sculptured ceilings brood over a splendor of blue marble columns, blackamoor statuary, yellow silk furniture, and sepia photographs of ancestors. Every other weekend there is a golf match or a shoot in woods that have recently been restocked with pheasant. The parties at Ferrières, which once awed Kaiser Wilhelm, now hum to brittle conversation and shine with the high fashion of an international society that...