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...with her manager that in two weeks she can turn this city rat into a down-home singing star. Anyone who has trouble predicting the order and outcome of each succeeding scene in this amiable airhead of a movie will be required to stay after class and read Pygmalion 100 times...
...self-engenreputation as a womanizer. He has in various interviews, the conquest of "tens of thousands" of women, sometimes at a pace of five a day. His message to his children shuffles the terms of his earlier boasts; "Never in my life had I had the idea of playing Pygmalion to any woman, because I have too much respect for human personality." Yet he did not like his first wife's given name, Régine, so he called her Tigy; he renamed the young woman who became their housemaid and his lover, dubbing her Boule instead of Henr...
...writer-director sees it. Everyone Dorothy Stratten meets wants to exploit her in some way. Yet in this peculiar moral universe, Fosse suggests, the differences between Hefner (played with slithery menace by Cliff Robertson), Snider and the upscale moviemaker (Roger Rees) who aspires to be her ultimate Pygmalion are more a matter of style than of principles...
...Americanization of Pygmalion: instead of a young Cockney woman's being taught how to speak the King's English, how about a Bronx cab driver's being coached to sing like a country boy? That's what Dolly Parton, 37, is doing to Sylvester Stallone, 37, in Rhinestone, which just started filming in Manhattan. Parton plays a singer in a honky-tonk bar who bets her boss that she can turn anyone into a country-and-western star. Enter You-Know-Who. Country Rocky soon learns how to belt it out not in the ring...
...chief of this crew is Michael Nouri, the soulful and streetwise Pygmalion of Flashdance. Nouri plays the wise and slightly mournful manager to understated perfection. His assistant, the underhanded pitching coach (Dennis Franz, another Hill Street veteran), teaches his charges the subtler aspects of the game: "Your spitball isn't named exactly right. You could use your Vaseline, your oils, your earwax, or what I think is primo, the gooey white kind of spit that conies after drinking a lotta milk." Later, when an umpire spies a foreign substance on the ball, the freshly instructed young pitcher (Perry Lang...