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Yahya, however, had misread the political tempers. When East Pakistan's charismatic Sheik Mujibur Rahman won his stunning majority in the December election, the hard-liners began telling Yahya, "I told you so." Six leading generals-including General Abdul Hamid Khan, an old chum of Yahya's who is the current army chief of staff, and Tikka ("Red Hot") Khan, the coldblooded commander in East Pakistan -helped persuade Yahya to deal harshly with the East's "treachery...
Married. Hayley Mills, 25, dimpled Disney child star who won a special Oscar for her 1960 performance in Pollyanna; and Roy Boulting, 57, British producer-director and Hayley's longtime chum; she for the first time, he for the fourth; in Cap-d'Ail, France...
...turn. As in Stolen Kisses. he constantly meets up with the dead and the lonely harbingers of his own doom. In this case there is a recluse in his apartment building who is watching TV until the distant day when "Marshal Petain is buried in Verdun"; an old school chum (who appeared briefly in the earlier movie) wandering the streets in zombie-fashion to borrow money; a neighborhood woman who makes feeble amorous advances, more out of habit than anything else; and a mysterious, silent young man whom all in the community assume to be a strangler (but, in fact...
...horror of this exercise in kitsch." The Daily Telegraph: "Nauseating"; France-Soir: "A great farce"; Le Figaro: "Un long gag." Women's Wear Daily, once Yves's leading fan, called his work "poor" and urged him to "shake off the weirdo and kooky influences." Others blamed Good Chum Andy Warhol for the campier aspects of Yves's latest line. WWD nevertheless sought an interview with its victim. Fat chance. "You haven't tried to understand Yves," a St. Laurent spokesman pouted, turning down the request. "You are trying to destroy Yves . . . you've broken...
...substantially the same form, then it must be true. As night descends over the exquisite spires and curved roofs of the city, prostitutes aboard pedicabs come silently out of the shadows like butterflies beckoning for attention. The bars close early and the streets are soon deserted. At Madam Chum's, a few bleary-eyed Westerners smoke away their despair for 600 per pipe of opium. Geckos croak in the darkness. The city is silent. What is going...