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WEDNESDAY NIGHT MOVIE (ABC, 9-11 p.m.). Peter Ustinov, Kirk Douglas, Jean Simmons, Laurence Olivier, and Charles Laughton star in the film about pagan Rome, Spartacus (1960). The second half is shown on Sunday Night Movie...
...famous line, "Hap-pee New Year!," was being imitated by revelers everywhere. After that, in dozens of films (Destry Rides Again, Give My Regards to Broadway), he was type-cast as a bibulous yet benign paterfamilias. Said Winninger: "I've played father to everyone in Hollywood except Charles Laughton...
Love and Hate. That depth was apparent in The Night of the Hunter, in which he came close to playing himself, in the role of an itinerant, self-educated backwoods preacher with the word LOVE tattooed on one hand and HATE on the other. Charles Laughton, who directed him in the picture, called Mitchum "one of the best actors in the world." The potential at least is there, and occasionally the taste. Mitchum pridefully insists that he will not make a picture merely for the money. He refused $500,000 to do Town Without Pity. When United Artists upped...
...musician, he also could hold his own intellectually in company with those lights of Renaissance humanism, Erasmus and Thomas More. Yet he grew into a gross, willful creature not so far removed from the modern layman's view of him, which seems to be based mainly on Charles Laughton's famous roaring, slobbering portrayal in the 1933 film The Private Life of Henry VIII. He gorged himself at seven-hour banquets, eventually became so fat that he had to be moved up and down stairs by machinery. He toyed with court intrigues, then grimly ended them with executions...
...Grimm brothers spoke of common maidens who could spin gold from straw, Hollywood created its own folk stories from the yearnings of 1930s audiences. If I Had a Million, for example, tells of a quirky financier who sends million-dollar checks to strangers. A colorless clerk played by Charles Laughton receives his check in the mail, goes to the president of his company, sticks out his tongue and delivers a loud Bronx cheer. Blackout. In those precarious years, the vicarious thrill of giving a razz to the boss was irresistible-to say nothing of the complex moral that a nobody...