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...also the inspiration of the same person, Giancarlo del Monaco, one of the busiest directors around. Del Monaco, 51, is opera royalty: his father Mario was a thrilling, heroic tenor of the 1950s. Giancarlo speaks-or more often shouts-five languages. He knows all the operas, even works like Fedora and Francesca da Rimini, by heart because he spent his childhood in the wings. He also knows the stress points; when his father sang, his mother used to stand behind the boy with her hand on his shoulder; when the hard parts came, her grip tightened...
...walk into the darkened room filled with black tables, flickering candles and strong coffee. A friend waves suggestively through the wispy smoke. You're not sure, but that man in the fedora hat slouched in the far corner could be Humphrey Bogart...
Michel and Patricia are Beautiful People who look like they're straight out of some 1930s romantic epic film. Disconcertingly, they're both conscious of this. Michel sports a fedora and a permanent grimace and smokes cigarettes like they're going out of style; he also gazes admiringly at pictures of Bogart and emulates the screen idol's swagger. Belmondo perfectly conveys the desperation of this character who looks and thinks like a big-time gangster nut is really just a two-bit crook...
...scene that captured the news last week was of stately superlawyer Clark Clifford, that icon of Washington power brokering for five decades, clutching his fedora and lowering his well-worn face in a Manhattan courtroom. There he and his younger partner Robert Altman faced charges that they took millions in bribes to act as front men for the notorious Bank of Credit & Commerce International. But even more significant may be a legal move related to the grand jury indictments of last week: Saudi Sheik Kamal Adham, the longtime head of Saudi Arabian intelligence and one of the most powerful...
...that he himself will eventually succumb. In the '50s Winchell gets trounced by television while archrival Ed Sullivan becomes an unlikely Sunday-night institution. A scrappy booster of F.D.R.'s, Winchell gets flummoxed and outfoxed by Roy Cohn and the red- baiters. An anomaly, Winchell throws in his famous fedora and moves to a resentful retirement in Arizona. Herr's vision of Winchell's fate is a fitting postlude, balancing irony and sympathy. He knows that, for Winchell, true hell is closing out of town...