Word: garbos
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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With no femme fatale like Garbo, no woman with the animal splendors of the young Ava Gardner, Hollywood has completely lost its come-hither look, falling behind the competition from Europe, where Sophia Loren still unquestionably rules the pantheon. Around her, Bardot and Lollobrigida are fading. But Romy Schneider, Simone Signoret, Claudia Cardinale and Elke Sommer can each outsex all that the American industry has to offer. Hollywood is so barren of sex, in fact, that only last week Universal Pictures had to hold a beauty contest in New York's Americana Hotel in order to find three girls...
...saint with eyeshadow. He simply means to say, and he says it eloquently, that the pursuit of pleasure may also be a search for the self. The theme is illustrated with utmost art in the portrait of the heroine. Not since Stiller's camera turned to stare at Garbo has a man made such searing love with a lens. Godard's camera never lets the girl out of its sight. It circles her endlessly, kisses her hands, caresses her shoulders, brushes her lips and her hair, turns all at once to feed deep, deep upon her peerless eyes...
Gone were the dark glasses, slouch hat and sullen manner. In sunny Portofino, a smiling, bareheaded Greta Garbo breezed ashore from Movie Producer Sam Spiegel's yacht Malahne, sent a crowd into camera-clicking ecstasies with a big "Hello," joined her shipmate for a lighthearted shopping spree and dinner at the Restaurant Pitosforo. Burbled the proprietor: "It was the Garbo that for many years I've dreamed of seeing. She appeared rejuvenated in spirit...
...social spas, because patrons go there more for the crowd than the cure. Nearly all the spas advertise cures for the capitalist ailment known deferentially as Manager-Krankheit, the manager's disease. Says the owner of Baden-Baden's chic Bellevue Hotel, where Greta Garbo stayed through July without stirring a flicker of recognition: "With these rich people, all they really want is to recuperate from their last recuperation...
Sophomoric Sycophants. Sir Frederick Ashton, slated to succeed Dame Ninette de Valois as the Royal Ballet's director, knew that everyone from Verdi to Garbo had taken a whack at Dumas' story since it first appeared in 1848. He redistilled it in his own mind into a prologue and four concentrated scenes. Still he could not decide on the music. Then he heard Liszt's B-minor sonata. To most classicists, the piece is sadly second-rate, but it was the answer to Ashton's yearning. He assigned the orchestration to Humphrey Searle, got Cecil Beaton...