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Opening her mouth so wide that the pink of her gums shows, Mae West taps her teeth with her fingernails. "See that," she says proudly. "All my own. Not a false one there." Then, holding out her arms so that her wrists protrude from her jacket, she adds, "I've never had any face lifts either. You can tell by my hands and wrists. They can't operate on your hands. I've never had anything done, and I look the way I did when I was 22." You can't argue with a lady...
...West, Young Man and I'm No Angel that were both sexy and funny, and when she laid down her pen, the formula seemed to be lost. My Little Chickadee, released in 1940, was her last major film. Now, two young producers, who had not even heard of Mae West until a few years ago, have sunk $4 million of inherited money into a film that attempts to prove that Mae is right-that she really does look 22-and that all the mirrors in the world are wrong. The result, Sextette, is one of those movies rarely seen...
Adapted from West's own script, Sextette has her portraying a movie sex goddess, not unlike the Mae of 40 years ago, who has just married her sixth husband. Sullivan and his partner, Daniel Briggs, originally suggested Cesar Romero, 71, for the part of No. 6. But Mae said he was too old, and she auditioned 1,000 of the handsomest unknowns in Hollywood. She was the one, after all, who spotted young Gary Grant and helped to make him a star in She Done Him Wrong. None of the 1,000 satisfied her, however, and she started looking...
...bridal couple also stumble across some unforgettable double entendres from Mae's old pictures: "When I'm good, I'm very good, but when I'm bad, I'm better," and the immortal "Is that a gun in your pocket, or are you just glad to see me?" There are some new ones too. When her husband turns out to be a British spy, bigger, someone says, than 007, she sighs, "I never got a chance to take his measurements...
...memorable performances in the film--but they come from characters on the periphery. One is Francis Faye's Madam Nell, the whorehouse madam. She delivers a series of deadpan wise-cracks with the dry timing of a George Burns, and this cool sexual sarcasm produces a clever variation on Mae West's old routines. But in the end the bit doesn't mesh with the plot; it is precisely because of her toughness that we fail to be touched her Madame Nell goes crazy after the authorities shut down the brothel. The house's black piano player, played by Antonio...