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What?s the first noticeable difference between performers of bygone days - say, up to the 1960s - and modern ones? It?s that the classic show people almost always smiled while they worked, and the newer ones almost never do. Entertainers used to sell happiness. The idea was to please the audience and to hope that, if you smiled, they?d smile back. They?d paste a big grin on their face as they spoke, sang, executed amazing tap figures. No matter how demanding or exhausting the turn, their smile would tell you: See, it?s easy. It?s not work...
...adequate. "So sometimes I lay on the bed and cry for a little bit before I go to work," she says. Whenever she falters, she hears Matt's voice. "I have to keep on going because Matt would say, 'Mom, what are you doing?'" she says with a wan smile. "I can hear...
...ushered to his official car, the old man turns and flashes a Delphic smile. "I'm the last of the grand presidents," he says matter-of-factly. "After me, there will be no others in France." Thus spoke François Mitterrand, obsessed with his place in history, to a young writer in May 1995 - the final month of his 14 years at the Elysée. The writer went on to put those words into the script of Le Promeneur du Champs de Mars (Walker on the Champs de Mars), director Robert Guédiguian's spare, focused film...
...with Asia Argento and French cinema grande dame Jeanne Moreau. The money will probably come; Garrel seems to have a nose for good projects. - By Grant Rosenberg/Paris Things just keep getting better for Maya Sansa. The 29-year-old Italian from Rome has been charming audiences with her crooked smile and combination of charisma and reserve since appearing in La Balia (The Nanny) in 1999. Critics liken her to her iconic compatriots Anna Magnani and Sophia Loren. This year everyone else will understand why. Sansa will appear in three films in Europe: the romantic drama L'Amore Ritrovato (An Italian...
...them approaches his mother, his hands forming an approximation of a crucifix. 'No,' he says firmly to his mother. 'You can't do this. You've got to go home.' As his mother draws near, he hisses in embarrassment, 'Mother, you have no life!' His mother's smile broadens. 'You are my life, dear...