Word: stardom
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...Think you can lick it? Get to the wicket, buy you a ticket, Go. N.Y., N.Y. What they call a Somethin' Else town. A city so nice they had to name it twice ..." Jon Hendricks wrote. Millions have come to New York thinking they can lick it. Some achieve stardom, others amass fabulous wealth. But almighty few leave with the feeling they've licked...
Died. Eddie Cantor, 72, comedian, philanthropist, author of three autobiographies, whose purse-mouthed, popeyed, hand-clapping routines delighted three generations of Americans; of a heart attack; in Beverly Hills, Calif. Born Izzy Iskowitz on Manhattan's Lower East Side, Cantor sang, danced and joked his way to stardom on Broadway (Banjo Eyes) and in Hollywood (Kid Boots), pioneered live comedy on radio and TV, set the U.S. humming such ditties as Ida and Oh How She Can Yicky Yacki Wicki Wacki Woo. Stricken with heart trouble in 1952, grieved by the death of his wife and eldest daughter...
...patient husband, Connery performs with pallid competence, uncertain whether his role requires him to be a compulsive armchair analyst or a sadist in love. He seems to yearn for the patently farfetched heroics he has enjoyed as James Bond in From Russia With Love. Actress Hedren, obviously groomed for stardom by the Master, zips through some 32 costume changes without seriously ruffling her composure. Hitchcock's elegant cinematic style, evident here and there, seems wasted in a melange of banal dialogue, obtrusively phony process shots, and a plot that congeals more often than it thickens...
Meanwhile Peppard bullishly amasses a fortune, exploiting "this new product -plastic," building up a transcontinental airline, and making lots of people miserable. His victims include Lew Ayres, Bob Cummings and Martha Hyer, a high-priced call girl who is summoned for stardom. To prevent all the plots and subplots from collapsing, Director Edward Dmytryk keeps a narrator warmed up to respond to the question, "How did it all happen?" with quick summaries of Robbins' lip-smacking prose. Thus Scenarist John Michael Hayes leaps 30 to 40 pages at a clip and distills the rest of it in dialogue that...
Nothing in this newborn star quite conforms to the clichés of stardom. Her profile might have come from an ancient bas-relief found in the valley of the Nile, but her tongue is asphalt-coated in the speech patterns of Manhattan's Lower East Side. Her voice is too nasal to be winningly melodic, but she uses it like a jazz instrument, improvising a jumping rhetoric of sound. She can bring a song phrase to a growling halt, or let it drift lyrically like a ribbon of smoke. Her lyrics seem not to have been learned...