Word: hollywoodized
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...first vaudeville job offered little training for a future Hollywood heavy, observes Actor James Cagney in his new autobiography Cagney by Cagney. "It was a female-impersonation act," says Jimmy, now 71. "Six guys in skirts, serving basically as a chorus line, and one of the 'girls' was quitting. I filled the vacancy." Cagney, who eventually grew from vaudeville chorine to cinema mobster, says he never felt quite at home with his tough-guy image. That famous grapefruit-in-the-face scene with Mae Clarke in The Public Enemy (1931), he complains, followed him for years: "Invariably, whenever...
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Great Britain's Princess Anne dresses like "a royal auto mechanic." Rockmaster Elton John "would be the campiest spectacle in the Rose Parade if he entered." Singer Bette Midler seems unaware that "pantaloons went out with hoop skirts." So says Hollywood Designer Richard Blackwell, 53, in his 16th annual "worst-dressed" list. Blackwell, who named Jacqueline Onassis among the worst-dressed women of 1971, gave the top award this year to Daughter Caroline Kennedy, 18. She looks like "a shaggy dog in pants," snipped Blackwell, adding, "Who says bad taste isn't inherited...
...which social scientists see as the sour product of the recession and the dashed hopes of the 1960s. In insisting that hard work will get you nowhere, Korda and Ringer are preaching to a growing number of converts. Says Paula Landau, consultant for an "assertion" training group in North Hollywood, Calif: "There is an unprecedented feeling of loss of control. The middle class is losing out, and they know it." According to U.C.L.A. Psychologist Manuel Smith, author of the self-assertion bestseller When I Say No I Feel Guilty, "There is the feeling that all the institutions we believed...
...that are silly and daring. Brises follow splat falls; dreamy waltzes erupt in staccato spasms of movement. With deadpan wit, 16 girls perform precise glisses while their heads wobble like windup dolls. All at once 30 dancers are onstage, twisting, wiggling, milling about in all directions. It is a Hollywood climax in the tradition of Cecil B. DeMille, but the heart and humor of it belong to the choreographer...