Word: role
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...husband in April (1961) and left him in April (1968). She opened a small Stockbridge, Mass., restaurant in April (1966) and closed it in April (1967). She was hired for the movies in April (1968), as the nominal leading lady (a professional actress played her role) in the Arlo Guthrie hit, Alice's Restaurant. She can look forward to still another big April (1970)-when she pays her income...
...Henry Geldzahler can claim all that and more. He first came into public view-a quasi-somnambulant rotundity in prison stripes afloat in a rubber raft-in an Oldenburg Happening mounted in the swimming pool of a Manhattan health club. Next came instant stardom before a Warhol camera. His role: smoking a cigar for an interminable hour and a half. "I have a certain unusual look," says Henry, and who would dispute him? Marisol carved his rumpled pants and big black shades (now replaced by granny glasses) in three dimensions. David Hockney portrayed him as a prim, vested, bearded presence...
...know I'm seen as some kind of avant-garde fantasy," says Geldzahler. Indeed, he relishes the role. He collects art deco objects as well as modern paintings, secretly yearns to go to Hollywood. Born in 1935 in Antwerp to a family of diamond merchants, he came...
Burns, speaking in his role as Counselor to the President and coordinator of Administration domestic policies-a Cabinet-level position created specifically for him-strongly seconded Nixon...
...some explosions of laughter. The score-notably I Still See Elisa, I Talk to the Trees and Wand'rin' Star -is strong enough to levitate several musicals. But only Presnell has a legitimate singing voice, and he is given a single solo and a walk-on role as a bordello manager. Seberg's dubbed voice is as thin as the plot, and Eastwood's real one is scarcely a millimeter thicker. Marvin gamely rasps his lines, but crooning is not his bag. Comedy is. Fitted with outrageous muttonchop whiskers and a mop of a mustache...