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Automatic Excitement. What to do? Whom to trust? In Bogart the harried producer can find comfort. Bogie may bait and bully his betters, but he can act, and he is reliable. His name pulls at the box office. After his years in gangster parts, his appearance on the screen automatically seems to lend a story impact and excitement. Movie fans do not care a whit if he (unlike Jimmy Stewart and Gregory Peck) is killed during the course of a picture. Cab drivers, burglars and women admire him. And on top of all this, as an Academy-Award winner...
...last twelve months, as a result, Free-Lance Actor Bogart has played a surprising variety of important roles. He has not completely divorced himself from gangster parts-he is presently considering a hoodlum role in The Desperate Hours, a Midwestern crime story which he tried to buy himself before Paramount outbid him. Nevertheless, he has not had a gat in his hand in a long time. He not only plays a wealthy Wall-Street type (complete with Homburg, furled black umbrella, Brooks Brothers suit and briefcase), but wins the hand of lissome Audrey Hepburn in Paramount's forthcoming Sabrina...
Meanwhile, he waged a long, stubborn, personal war of rebellion at Warner Bros, to escape from one-dimensional gangster roles. During one of his numerous suspensions, he told New York newsmen that Jack Warner was a "creep." On his return the mogul telephoned his actor and sorrowfully took him to task. "Jack." he replied, "you don't even know what I mean by creep." Said Warner: "Yes, I do-I've got a dictionary right before me. It means loathsome, crawling thing." "But Jack," said Bogart, "I spell it with...
Miami Story (Columbia). "No matter how much you take off," says a hard female voice from the dark side of the room, "my gun will keep you covered." Mick Flagg (Barry Sullivan), ex-gangster, stops undressing, strolls casually toward the mysterious intruder (Beverly Garland) and lights a cigarette. Next instant, he flips the match at her eyes, leaps forward, grabs her gun, slaps her hard across the face and drags her to the light. She is beautiful. It is love at first fight...
Leathery, cigar-chewing Billy McMahon, 47, a dock walloper who loathed the gangster-ridden leadership of his International Longshoremen's Association, switched his membership last fall to the American Federation of Labor's new dock union. One of Billy's cousins who did the same was later found drowned in the Hudson River. Billy McMahon lost only his job as steward of New York's Pier 32. By last week, after six months of waterfront warfare between the A.F.L and the old I.L.A., Billy McMahon had his job back, and the A.F.L. looked like a winner...