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...parade of girls-tall, short, blond, brunette, redheaded-took the stand. But, inevitably, the star witnesses were Christine Keeler and Marilyn ("Mandy") Rice-Davies. During Christine's testimony, Ward quietly sketched her from the dock. Christine said that between lovers of her own, she would stay platonically with Ward at his Wimpole Mews flat. "We were like brother and sister," she said, but fraternally, Ward kept her supplied with men. "My life used to revolve around Stephen from the moment I got up until the moment I went to bed," she said. "I thought I could never stand...
...place. Thereafter, Valerie stayed home while Jack visited Christine at Ward's flat in Wimpole Mews. What the War Minister never knew was that Christine had another regular visitor, Evgeny Ivanov, who was a Soviet naval attache in London. A round-eyed observer of their coexistence was Nymphet Marilyn ("Mandy") Rice-Davies, a well-developed 16-year-old, who was one of Christine's intimates. "The farcical thing about it all," as Mandy told the press, "was that, on more than one occasion, as Jack left Christine at the flat, Ivanov walked...
Forgotten Image. A refreshing contrast to all the cocktail-hour psychology has come from an unlikely quarter. Twentieth Century-Fox, looking for nothing deeper than solvency, has assembled an absorbing synopsis of the Marilyn Monroe that was often overlooked-the one on the screen...
Called simply Marilyn, the new picture contains about 90 minutes' worth of segments from old Marilyn Monroe movies, adding some never-seen takes from her last, unfinished film. Fox has brought in Rock Hudson as narrator. The script is a little sticky now and again, but there is no fatigued pseudo-psychoanalysis, nor is there any of the newsreel documentation that so long and frenetically concentrated on the private disaster rather than the public star...
...Molders. Marilyn in those days looked like nothing much at all, a glass of milk with some lipstick near the rim. The fascination of this picture is to watch the changes-not as they came over her, but as they were effected upon her by all the faceless image molders who, in the end, made the Pygmalion of legend seem by comparison a mass of clumsy thumbs. Under close and improving direction, her famous walk developed from something crudely virginal into something profanely sophisticated. Some unknown Corot reduced the red of her lips from a massive smear to a spot...