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From the Titanic through the Ship of Fools, the movies have seldom undertaken a more top-heavy displeasure cruise than this one. The passenger list for Voyage of the Damned is heavily booked with star types-Max Von Sydow, Oskar Werner, Malcolm McDowell, Faye Dunaway, Lee Grant, James Mason, Orson Welles, Ben Gazzara and Katharine Ross-along with an affecting newcomer, Lynne Frederick. All have been brought aboard to add glamour to the journey, but the effort is futile. The actors struggle, usually valiantly (Werner, Von Sydow, Mason), sometimes campily (Dunaway, Welles), but are ultimately undone...
...turned the St. Louis away from the shores of Florida*-and comes up way short on answers. Director Stuart Rosenberg (The Drowning Pool) and Scenarists Shagan (Save the Tiger) and Butler are primarily interested in letting the shipboard soap operas play out to their predictable conclusions: Will the Werner-Dunaway marriage unthaw on the bounding main? Will Lee Grant be able to control her melancholiac husband, who is, she announces, "retreating into himself? "Your orders come straight from Berlin. If you refuse to accept them, be prepared to accept the consequences for yourself-and your family." Will Malcolm McDowell have...
...cover. But Vogue's regular editors overruled him. "They told me," he says, "that the ladies who buy Vogue would run away from my cover." But Polanski still managed to express himself inimitably across 53 pages. Among his features: an annotated gallery of his leading ladies (Faye Dunaway is "the grande dame of the screen") and six pages on his idols, Icelandic Painter Erro, the late Bertrand Russell and the late Kung Fu movie star Bruce Lee. All in all, Polanski was pleased: "There's a certain thrill to seeing my work on a page...
Schumacher wants to yank Beale off the air, but Diana Christenson (Faye Dunaway), the network's head of programming, senses enough viewer interest in a nutty anchorman to boost the ailing network into Nielsen heaven. The news department becomes part of Christenson's entertainment empire, and, as the "mad prophet" of the air waves, Beale gains 60% of the audience and puts the double-whammy on such stolid, sane types as Walter Cronkite and John Chancellor. "Howard Beale is processed instant God," Christenson gushes, "and right now it looks like he may just go over bigger than Mary...
...happen if certain current trends go unchecked? All of that is true enough, but the real problem is that Chayefsky has betrayed his own truest instinct about the medium. At one point he has William Holden, the news executive who functions as the movie's superego, inform Faye Dunaway, the ratings-mad exec who is its id, that the trouble with TV is that it reduces everything to banality. That may well be true. But at every turn Chayefsky's plot invests television with a sinister power to cloud men's minds, not through stupefying reductionism...