Word: greys
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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Nightclubs are coming back. Couples are holding hands under candlelit tables and listening to songs they can hum along with. One good reason is fast-footed Singer-Dancer Joel Grey, 40, veteran of Cabaret, from both the stage version and the movie, for which he is up for an Oscar. Now he is back I in the kind of cabaret he says he likes ; best. Lugging a trunk studded with I stickers from his past Broadway hits I around the stage at the Waldorf, Joel clowns with the audience about his 30 years in show business: "I wasn...
...Wooden is a graying, sober-sided eminence who imparts what one player calls the "respect factor." Who, after all, could doubt a man who is a friend of Lawrence Welk, who admires the writings of Zane Grey and St. Francis of Assisi? Wooden is also a deacon in the First Christian Church of Santa Monica. He reads the Bible daily. He neither smokes nor drinks and will not tolerate profanity. On occasion, he will partake of a "Pat Boone Special" (ginger ale with a dash of grape juice). His strongest expletive is "Goodness gracious sakes alive!" And after a tough...
...gotten a lot colder during the night and the Inauguration took place beneath a bleak, grey sky. A west to northwest wind, gusting up to 30 miles per hour, ripped across the grandstands and Presidential Pavillion at the Fast Portico of the Capitol. "This is just like a football game said a man with a blanket as he showed his passes to a policeman...
...Miller, grey haired and compact, has been silent until now, but we both start to trade good-natured complaints about how long the trip is. Now she pulls up her bra straps and twists a little in her seat. "I'm going to get my Ma in Detroit. We'll be flying back to Chicago tomorrow. When your rear goes to sleep you know you've been driving pretty long. When we get to Detroit, first thing I'm gonna do is get a six pack, take it over to my Ma's and drink it all myself...
...girl! She's built like a Japanese wrestler." His quip fails, it hardly describes Juliet Mills. Not even plump, despite the insistence of the script, she single-handedly rescues the film from the early indulgence it grants Lemmon, allowing him to rant and rave and make monologue about the "grey haired son of a bitch." "Love is for filing clerk's, but not for the head of a conglomerate," he argues...