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...Beverly Hills bureau, she replaced Hedda Hopper in 1966, and West Coast wits began referring to her as Hedda Haber. At first she adopted a bitchy, initial-cluttered style ("What was Miss P.P. doing with Mr. V.V. at... ") that earned her many enemies. Later the scourge of Celluloid City dropped the initials and developed a more serious reportorial approach. In the past few weeks, for example, she has reported on management shake-ups at Screen Gems and the William Morris Agency, and interviewed the husband of a woman with whom Richard Burton recently had an affair...
...honor given by the Film Society of Lincoln Center in Manhattan. Accompanied by his wife of 48 years, Alma Reville, who was one of his first scriptwriters, the master sat in a box while 2,800 admirers, who had paid up to $250 each, enjoyed three hours of celluloid suspense. Clips from many of Hitchcock's 56 movies were interspersed with personal appearances by French Director François Truffaut, Joan Fontaine (Rebecca), Janet Leigh (Psycho). Cyril Ritchard (Blackmail) and Monaco's Princess Grace (Rear Window, Dial M for Murder). Grace, whose career was made in Hitchcock movies...
...presided over gates and avenues. Which isn't too interesting, except that there's not much else to say about the Janus film festival running this week at the Harvard Square. With a couple of exceptions, there will be two solid masterpieces a day, so many miles of beautiful celluloid that the only hazard is OD-ing on quality. To shake the habit there's always High Plains Drifter, a reminder that the medium still has some problems. Eastwood may drive a locomotive through the saloon in this one, or annihilate some illegally immigrated Chicanos or something...
...Were, and of course, The Exorcist and The Great Gatsby were all originally novels. And nobody seems to question the transformation. After all, popularizing F. Scott Fitzgerald's portrayal of the decadent twenties isn't exactly literary sacrilege. But more often than not, transplanting prose into celluloid betrays the novel...
...gone without trace--Bergman's loving concentration on the faces of the two woman, his split-screen sequences, his reminders that Persona is a film and not reality, conveyed by shots which include his cameras, himself, and random footage from his earlier movies. Finally, he burns up the celluloid itself, on screen, to bring this home to his viewers...