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...caustic second banana in sophisticated Hollywood comedies, Randall seems to be trying to corner the Sellers market by donning the masks of the ham-with-a-thousand-faces. Wearing a bald pate and false nose, he pops his eyes, shrugs, affects a stiff little walk and a careful continental accent that slips unexpectedly into stage British-but the mannerisms never add up to the man Poirot. Anita Ekberg as a bosomy psychopath and Robert Morley as a bungling secret service man offer no noticeable help as they spout reams of witless dialogue set to tuba music. By the time...
...Sukarno's political powers waned, so it seemed did his chronophobia. At a palace reception, as he was boasting how he had banned Beatle music and Beatle haircuts, McCulloch's gleaming pate caught his eye. "Haw," beamed the Bung, "this TIME and LIFE fellow doesn't have to worry about Beatle haircuts, does he?" Then he leaned close to McCulloch and, as though imparting a state secret, whispered: "But do not worry, my friend. Grass never grows on a busy street...
Perhaps the most fascinating confrontation for this week's cover story was the meeting of correspondent and cover subject. "Why do you shave your head?" Tri Quang asked, staring at Frank McCulloch's gleaming pate. Frank said he looked worse with hair. Tri Quang marveled at Frank's close shave and inquired: "Doesn't it hurt you?" The monk drew out an electric razor and said with a smile: "I use this, but it doesn't give a very close shave." Then Tri Quang fixed McCulloch with a thoughtful stare and concluded the preliminaries with...
...Boston banker's son who once wrote that "the trivia of life may be the solution for all the ills of a fretful and feverish world," remained wedded only to elegance, which he took to be his taste in dress (top hat and morning suit), food (champagne and pate), railroads (which he glorified in books and in his private Pullman), and cafe society, whose doings he reported, first for the New York Herald Tribune and later for the San Francisco Chronicle; of a heart attack; in San Mateo, Calif...
...looked like the anatomy of a murder after the fracas last month in Manhattan's "21" Club. Director Otto Preminger, 59, got smashed on the pate with a goblet by Literary Agent Irving Lazar during a jocular little chat about who should have the movie rights to Truman Capote's In Cold Blood. Preminger lost the battle (49 stitches) and the book (sold to Director Richard Brooks for more than $500,000), but now he's feeling better. Just before he stalked into New York City Criminal Court to charge Lazar with felonious assault, Preminger acquired...