Word: boudoirs
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...prove to him that I'm a woman," says furious Doris. "There are easier ways to prove it." rasps her file-voiced pal, Audrey Meadows. Back flies Doris to the love lair. The "Baron von Richthofen of the boudoir'' follows, but this time Cary finds Doris totally crocked, with her big toe stuck in the neck of an empty fifth. He gets to play a lot of gin rummy this...
Actually the scandal started 180 years ago, when a French artillery general, Pierre-Ambroise Franqois Choderlos de Laclos. published a novel that seriously proposed and wittily elaborated a science of seduction, a yoga of the boudoir. The book survives as an unholy missal of impudicity, a small black classic that, in literary opinion, excuses its sins with its skill. Three years ago. Director Roger Vadim (And God Created Woman) announced his intention to make a movie of it in modern dress. As one man. the powerful Society of Men of Letters rose to protest an artistic crime quite as heinous...
...like a fishwife for her male. Unfortunately, Actress Cook, who is as wholesome as sunshine, resists this metamorphosis, and Italy's Chiari, though he clowns likably in his U.S. debut, acts as if the throb in his heart has gone to his head. There is more bricklayer than boudoir in his voice. As the hero's pal, Comic Jules Munshin is as frisky as a seal at feeding time, and the dialogue he gets is just as fishy ("How did she take it?" "Lying down"). Maybe Old Vienna should be given back to the National Geographic...
...picture starts out as a naughty, nutty boudoir farce. The lover it celebrates (Jean-Pierre Cassel) is a gay young gigolo whose rich mistress (Micheline Presle) keeps him comfortable but also keeps him busy. Even so, the lover has enough libido left for a chic chick (Jean Seberg), and for several reels the tandem romance rackets merrily along. Neither mistress knows he has the other; he on the other hand is blithely unaware that both attend the same hen parties...
Beat Keats. In a whimsical but nonetheless pointed peroration, famed Cossack Novelist Mikhail (And Quiet Flows the Don) Sholokhov wryly contrasted the obscure existence led by talented young poets in the provinces with the "triumphs of our currently fashionable boudoir poets." Neatly exploiting peasant resentment of city slickers, Sholokhov blamed the "backwardness" of Red letters on the fact that the great majority of writers live in big cities, thus have "only superficial knowledge of quickly flowing and changing reality." In their "impossibly narrow trousers and absurdly broad-shouldered jackets," he scoffed, they are interested only in showing...