Word: scripting
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...about thirty seconds into the first act. The feeble gags swarm around such familiar territories as the human anatomy, drunks, queers, and race (Authors Ray Galton and Alan Simpson even succumb to having a whiteman tell an Indian, "You all look alike to me.") As you might expect, the script is littered with countless unfunny versions of Western cliches (e.g., "Seldom have I heard so many discouraging words...
...counts. Out rolled Anthony Quinn, dodging the barrage. Unrelenting, Anna Magnani followed with a smart boot in the rear, then dumped a strainer of noodles on his head after she had sunk her teeth into his neck. When Quinn complained about that toothy bit not being in the script of the film they were making, The Secret of Santa Vittoria, Magnani silenced him with some logic of her own. "Never mind-I'm supposed to win this fight, remember?" When the cameras quit grinding, Anna hobbled off to a doctor and discovered she had broken a metatarsal bone during...
...down in his Manhattan town house and watch a music program that meets his exacting standards. A CBS special next Sunday (9 p.m., E.D.T.) will present a unique, simple and dramatic TV experience: 50 uninterrupted minutes of a virtuoso instrumental recital. There will be no portentous documentary script, no dizzying camera angles, no glamorized settings-just an unadorned closeup of a great performer at work. The performer: Vladimir Horowitz. Oddly enough, this is one time when Horowitz will have to forgo Bonanza; that's his NBC competitor Sunday night...
Through the Bush. Unlike most such projects, the documentary did not have the benefit of a shooting script. Seltzer and Holden gave up trying to create one. They merely filmed whatever they saw of interest...
Hunted Animal. The movie marks Paul Newman's debut at the other end of the camera. Since he could not find a director who liked the script, Newman decided to do the job himself. "What the hell," he said, "I majored in directing at the Yale Drama School." Disdaining the usual directorial flourishes, he told his crew, Rachel-style: "I'm a virgin and I need your help." He coached Actress Woodward-his wife-in whispers and in a sort of private language. He had the camera dwell on her lovingly, so much so that one friend described...