Word: ciao
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...Drifter is a thumb-time hitchhiker and full-time vagabond. Known only as Alan, he sleeps on strange streets and familiar beds, wandering from woman to woman, ending all his relationships with an easygoing "Ciao, baby." Except for that, he has little to say, and less to laugh about. His idea of humor is to retell the ancient jape of the man who asked his mistress, "Do you smoke after?", and received the answer, "I don't know. I'll look next time." Alan, whose ordinariness is well portrayed by Off-Broadway Veteran John Tracy, meanders from Manhattan...
...little boy who may be Alan's and who, like the drifter, improvises every moment as it comes. In the end, Alan tries to create a theme for the child, and finds his fingers inarticulate. It proves to be the one relationship that he cannot end with "Ciao, baby...
Matt, of course, considers the world well lost for lust, but when duty calls he says CIAo to all that and flips off to forestall a mad master criminal (Karl Maiden) who is threatening to destroy the U.S. capital with a death ray and then take over the world. At first, Matt seems to have met his match. The vil lain has at him with a flamethrowing cigarette lighter, a high-explosive lavaliere, and a jolly pink giant of a bodyguard (Tom Reese) with a shiny steel plate in the top of his skull that looks like a chromium yarmulke...
...Ciao!" cried Italy's Marcello Mastroianni, 40, when he spied Gina Lollobrigida, 36, at New York's Kennedy Airport, and Gina offered a luscious cheek for him to kiss. When Mastroianni flew on to Hollywood, he discovered Adulation American Style, which is no dolce vita. Shrieking females mobbed him at the airport, including one pretty creature, who pursued him, hallooing "Marcello, I love you!" She was there again next day when he cemented his footprints outside Graumann's Chinese Theater and this time he obligingly kissed her (she fainted). But he balked when another horde tried...
...Easy Life. Dust swirls, the camera whirls to follow a flashy type in a flashy car varooming through Rome on a sleepy summer morning. All at once the car skids to a stop, and the type hollers up at a young man watching him from a second-story window. "Ciao! Ha telefono?" The young man hesitates-should he reply to a passing stranger...