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LOWELL LECTURE HALL, Queen Christina, with Greta Garbo and John Gilbert March 5, 8, sponsored by the H-R Women's Abortion Action Coaltion...
...middle-class dream that you can become famous for being just what you are. This is actually the greatest thing I've done to date." Both Lance and Bill were to have another opportunity to display the ham this week when all seven Louds, together with Gilbert, were to appear on the Dick Cavett Show...
...patter to fit his chosen profession. No sooner has Mickey polished off his newest thriller, The Organ Grinder, than he is approached by an unlikely p.r. type named Ben Dinunccio (Lionel Stander) with a mysterious proposition that turns out to be a commission to ghostwrite the autobiography of Preston Gilbert (Mickey Rooney). Gilbert is a runt who grew into Hollywood's No. 1 celluloid hoodlum and who, boasts Dinunccio, "boffed every leading lady he ever worked with...
Currently, Gilbert is combating illness, old age and dwindling celebrity in a Mediterranean villa that is decorated like an elaborate set from The Roaring Twenties. Soon after King's arrival, life begins to imitate artifice. There are decadent aristocrats, a mysterious mistress (Nadia Cassini), a vulturous ex-wife (Lizabeth Scott), and a professor from Berkeley (Al Lettieri) found dead in a bathtub-just like Diabolique-who pops up later as an assassin. And of course there are also the requisite bizarre coincidences, intimations of labyrinthine intrigues, and murders. It is all highly improbable, like one of Gilbert...
Always an adept actor, Caine is splendid here. His King, quintessentially seedy, strikes just the proper balance between calculated mediocrity and droll detachment. As Gilbert, Mickey Rooney is equal parts Robinson, Cagney and miniature tornado. It is a broad performance, but Hodges draws firm boundaries for it, which Rooney straddles occasionally but never oversteps. The performance, like the movie itself, deserves to become some crazy kind of minor classic...