Word: raquel
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...longer the exclusive property of the kids. In the swank summer resorts of East Hampton, Southampton and Stonington, Captain America shirts are showing up. At the America's Cup races in Newport, Mrs. David Rockefeller Jr. wore a gold Superman tank top; Brooke Hayward, Jill St. John and Raquel Welch (with an explosive "POW" on her version) are into the undershirt scene...
...point a nymphomaniac stands up and says she likes sex best when she feels guilty. In Good Morning and Goodbye, Vixen and Harry, Cherry and Raquel, Meyer is too involved in the power of titillation to worry about guilt. Men and women come together like harried thunderclaps, unconcerned with motivations and consequences. But the new Meyer has begun to ask the questions he never had the time or money to ask before, and he has saddled his characters with the anxieites of the Silent Majority...
...probably everyone in the world but a few Tibetan monks knows by now, the story concerns a Myron who becomes a Myra after a transsexual operation. He-she determines to conquer Hollywood and devastate mankind. After Myron (Rex Reed) opens the proceedings by having himself castrated, Raquel Welch takes over as Myra. With Myron tagging along as her altered ego, she then lights out for Hollywood to claim half of an acting school owned by Myron's uncle, Buck Loner (John Huston). Once she implants herself as a teacher there, she decides to initiate her program of conquest...
...dreary one-liners about bed and phalli. There is John Huston, demeaning himself as the slob-gutted, sagebrush sybarite. There is Rex Reed, whose debut as an actor is on a par with the best line the scriptwriter could give him to scream: "Where are my tits?" There is Raquel herself, who wanders about in virtual unemployment, spouting pendulous philosophy á la Vidal and a lot of pointlessly dirty words. She struggles desperately to parody herself but only sinks deeper and deeper into the bog around...
Building a better 12-meter racing yacht for the America's Cup is a bit like trying to reshape Raquel Welch. A naval architect can trim her here, pad her there, but what counts in the end is how well all the parts move together. Last week, after years of designing and testing, the three U.S. contenders for the 1970 America's Cup showed their shapes in public in a five-day series of trial races. Snub-nosed and broad-beamed, none would win a yachting beauty contest. Yet once they were under sail, all their parts seemed...