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Even to operagoers who cheer her vocal brilliance, Soprano Joan Sutherland has often seemed to have the personality of an Amazonian Barbie doll: imposing, but stiff and cool. Recently she dispelled much of that reputation with her hearty clowning in the Metropolitan Opera's production of Donizetti's The Daughter of the Regiment (TIME, Feb. 28). Last week, with her appearance in the first of two 30-minute TV shows called Who's Afraid of Opera? (PBS), her humanization seemed complete. Singing, lecturing, bantering with a trio of puppets, she was revealed as a thoroughly warm...
...truth seems to be that Gallo was leading a schizophrenic life in those last days: a steel-tough gunman in racket circles; a philosophic, warm conversationalist outside the Mob. Whether he was really at home in both roles, or just a good actor, he was clearly convincing. Actress Joan Hackett found him fascinating well before she knew of his Mafia connections. "I liked him completely apart from any grotesque glamorization of the underworld," she recalls. "I thought his attempt to leave that life was genuine. He was the brightest person I've ever known." But Gallo also conceded that...
...late teens she recalls being lonely at a Navy officers' club in Seattle on Christmas Eve. She found twelve equally lonely officers. "We got suffer than 900 planks." The family moved to Los Angeles, where Dita helped exercise horses at an exclusive club. She remembers that Joan Crawford's horse Red Satin was part of the stable. Later, in Washington, the Davis family lived in high society, so she tells it, entertaining the Cordell Hulls (he was Secretary of State under F.D.R.) and Idaho Senator William Borah ("Mother was a terrific Republican"). Dita came out at a debutante...
...Carmen McRae, by the air whistling to get out the window crack, by the distant hum of the tires, zip past the palms and the houses at a standstill in the sun and float on the air on your shocks, free, rootless, just going-like the girl in Joan Didion's Play It as It Lays. You become a skier out here, your times off the freeway being mere chili stops at the bottom, breathless, charged, waiting for another move...
Whatever Happened to Baby Jane, the Bette Davis - Joan Crawford horror flick. Quincy House dining hall, 8, 10, March 31 - April...