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...pity. Beyond the cyclamatic publicity and the pain of her private life, Andrews, 34, is one of the last of the great English music-hallmarks. She can sing effortlessly, make a mug or a moue with equal facility, throw away a line and reel it back in with the best-when she is given half a chance. Her latest, Darling Lili, is only a quarter of a chance...
...world record of 10 sec. flat in the 100-yd. dash. Having posted the season's best marks in four different events, Chi finds it hard to specialize her training. "Hurdles are supposed to be her best event," says her coach. Vince Reel. "But I could be wrong. In fact, she is so close to world-record times in so many events we wouldn't want to make a mistake...
...arguing with herself: "You are no good. Yes, I'm good. Ah, then go and suffer." Back in her home town of Hsin-chu, where she regularly beat the boys in races at school, Chi had none of the Western competitive drive. That she learned from Reel, who discovered her in 1962 when the State Department sent him to Taiwan to coach the Nationalist Chinese team for the Asian Games. Through Reel's intercession, the Taiwanese government agreed to send Chi to the U.S. to train in 1963. Five years later, she finished third in the 80-meter...
...family that preys together plays together. Mama rewards her sons after a hard day of busting heads or robbing banks by letting one of them bunk with her for the night. The fact that everyone gets his just deserts in an insipid shoot-'em-up in the final reel will come as no surprise. Producer-Director Roger Gorman has made some tricky, sinister horror movies in his time (The Tomb of Ligeia, The Masque of the Red Death), but the hysterical vulgarity of Bloody Mama suggests that he is more at home with crypts than crooks...
...case of what psychologists call affectlessness. Like a jet-set Sade, he rushes around the world anxiously seeking aesthetic forms through which to resolve his conflicts and act out his sexual obsessions. Craig's films include features about his secretary's sensuous mouth, copulating dolphins, even a reel starring a belly dancer's navel that smiles, frowns, bites and becomes a puckered keyhole through which a documentary collage of 20th century horrors may be ogled. Out of context, the man sounds comical. But the harder he pursues his pathetically deformed efforts to feel alive, the more destructive...