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Christopher "Loin Cloth" Atkins could probably go to the University of California, Berkeley, named by 24 percent of college presidents. Christopher Atkins, we hope you won't recall, stripped for Princeton's Brooke in Blue Lagoon, posed naked with a snake (Nastassia looked better) for a pin-up poster, showed all to Playgirl, and go-go danced for Lesley Ann Warren in his latest flick. A Night in Heaven. At Cal/Berkeley, he could get degree credit for that. Even we could get Cal/Berkeley degree credit for stripping. Need we say more...
...save some men like this: behind the counter of the Dairy Queen she was just chunky, unaffected, and lovable. But though Mariel Hemingway plays the familiar Mariel Hemingway role very well (just little of me, the naive young movie star). Fosse shows you Dorothy as Snider sees her: the pin-up fantasy with chemically enhanced breasts. When Dorothy is in the room. Saider looks through the camera to see her hotter: when she is away on locations, he builds a photo shrine...
...Germain Houde), a hideous brute of a man. He lives with Manon and Michelle, provides unwilling manual labor (the family sells firewood for a living), and is slobbering drunk most of the time. Guy's room exemplifies, in miniature, the unobtrusive excellence of the film: decorated with Playboy pin-up posters, invariably the squalid cubicle provides graphic regurgitative evidence of excessive drinking the previous night and hosts a snoring half-dressed lout who obviously never has come within 75 feet of a naked woman. Houde plays Guy with impeccable control. He neither exaggerates nor lapses and shapes a seamless characterization...
...Ever hear of Molly Bolin? She plays for the Iowa Cornets, and a press release calls her "the league's pin-up girl." She must be some hoopster, too, because Iowa is 23-12 and she's the league's leading scorer. I wonder where I can buy a pin...
...treason for making speeches over Rome radio in support of Mussolini's regime. For the first three weeks of his imprisonment, Pound, then 59, was kept in a small outdoor cage with a cement floor, free only to watch the Pisan clouds by day and "O moon my pin-up" at night. Improbably, some of his greatest poetry flowered there and in the tent where he languished during the next five months...