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David O. Selznick paid $1,200,000 for a United Artists partnership with Charles Chaplin, Mary Pickford, Alexander Korda, promised to make $20,000,000 worth of pictures, got a kiss from Mary. Ruth Etting's husband, Myrl Alderman, dropped his $225,000 damage suit against her ex-husband, Martin Snyder, who shot him four years ago. Billy Rose sued the Canadian National Exhibition for $500,000 for calling its summer water show an "Aquacade." Richard Krebs ("Jan Valtin") was sued for $50,000 by a woman who said she spent more than a year typing and researching...
...since 1938, they danced together until a few weeks ago. Now Veteran Tony, 41, has a new dancing partner, Sally Craven, whom he describes as "the kind of girl you want to . . . cuddle." Maria Farkas asked a California court to set aside the divorce she got from Director Alexander Korda twelve years ago. Korda married Merle Oberon nine years later, is still married to her. His ex-wife stated she really didn't want the divorce, went right on living with Korda till just before he wed Miss Oberon. Victor Mature, 26, Gertrude Lawrence's dream-Adonis...
Corinne Luchaire, 20 (Prison Without Bars), protegee two years ago of British Cinemaproducer Alexander Korda. Her father has been made publisher of Le Matin and Les Nouveaux Temps...
...face of this exciting material, it is unfortunate that Producer Alexander Korda chose to place great emphasis on love interest, consequently making "That Hamilton Woman" into a rather dull romance with bright spots that are few and far between. In the picture, the fat Emma undergoes a change in the person of Vivien Leigh who is as beautiful as you could expect, and who makes love quite correctly. Laurence Olivier as Lord Nelson is scarcely more than adequate, although at times he gives indication of genuine acting ability. However, honors for acting go to the supporting roles of Sir William...
Grappling with history, this Alexander Korda production of an R. C. Sherriff-Walter Reisch screen play moves like the flow of molasses. Possibly because the narrative is a series of flashback recollections of Lady Hamilton, reclining in prison during her alcoholic dotage, its ponderous plodding can be attributed to the senility of the narrator. All Lady Hamilton offers in her two-hour tale is an extravagant picture of court finery, a romantic rehash of the exploits of the British fleet under Nelson, a fuzzy sketch of Nelson himself, a dazzling portrait of her own staggering beauty. There is no more...