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Bertha, Bettina & Dodo. It is owned and operated by Alain Bernardin, a successful restaurateur who decided to branch out into the nightclub business and wanted a Wild West décor. Although he had never visited the U.S., he went to see a dozen western films, all of them by Universal Pictures. "They always had saloons in those films, and since they always had the same set, it was always the same saloon," he recalls. "I copied it for mine." But business dragged, so Bernardin decided to enliven it with striptease. Again he haunted the cinema and found...
...average nightclub carouser, having come to see some skin, finds himself involved in a subtle spoof, and there are a few moments when he cannot be absolutely sure that he himself is not being mocked. Significantly, the heaviest and most grateful applause of the evening is given to Rao, an Indian girl whose whole act consists of clever finger shadows of animals and images of Khrushchev, Nehru and De Gaulle...
...second job for Brillo and was paid $60,000 plus 3,000 Brillo pads. Harry James wrapped a Kleenex around the end of his trumpet and demonstrated that its blasts would not break the tissue. That was worth $30,000 to him. Now, when he comes onstage in his nightclub appearances, people wave Kleenex at him. Or perhaps Doeskin...
Beckmann's art jangles with the banjo beat and brassy horns of a prewar Berlin nightclub. Despair dresses up in a mauve derby and dirty spats, strutting stiffly around a shallow, klieg-lit stage like a man who has a pocketful of cash and a pawn ticket on his soul. Beckmann painted as if his eyes were taped open; yet his vision of man's fate is shot through with blinding compassion. So endowed, his art ages little, as shown in his first retrospective currently on view at Manhattan's Museum of Modern Art, including more than...
...such frantic, funny, wickedly knowing comedies as Some Like It Hot and The Apartment, plunged downward in Irma La Douce, and now lands in the murk of Kiss Me, Stupid, a jape that seems to have scraped its blue-black humor off the floor of a honky-tonk nightclub...