Word: tates
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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Viewers are also likely not to feel anything-except numbness-after ingesting this filmed version of Jacqueline Susann's wide screen novel, loose ly based on the troubles of some semi-recognizable showbiz sickies. Among them are a platinum blonde (Sharon Tate) who makes nudies to pay for her husband's stay in a sanatorium; a young singer (Patty Duke) who later turns to bedding down with strangers; and a brassy voiced Broadway zircon in the rough (Susan Hayward...
...cliche of show business as a dream world may have been wide-eyed and saccharine. But Novelist Susann's view of Hollywood as nightmare Valley merely adds up to the old naivete in reverse. The show's most appropriate line is uttered by Sharon Tate as she does some bust exercises in front of a mirror. "The hell with it," she says, summing up what seems to be the film's atlitude toward its stars, "let 'em droop...
Polanski has requested that he not be mentioned in any connection with the movie. The difficulty is that there are so many connections: he not only directed but also helped write the film, plays one of the principal parts himself, and his girl friend (Sharon Tate) is the female lead. But it is easy to see why Polanski would prefer to blush unseen. Neither spooky nor spoofy, Vampire Killers never manages to get out of the coffin...
Hunting the wily vampire, a batty professor (Jack MacGowran) and his simpleton assistant (Polanski) come to Dracula country and put up at an inn suspiciously festooned in garlic-a well-known specific against bloodsuckers. Things augur well when the luscious Sharon Tate is savagely fondled and fangled in her bath by caped Count Krolock, who makes off with her into the snowy night, leaving a sinister splash of blood on the soapsuds. But by the time that professor and assistant totter to the rescue with their bag of crucifixes (to ward off the vampires), the plot creaks even more than...
...cruel." Jarrell had some pity for bad poets ("it is as if writers had sent you their ripped out arms and legs with 'This is a poem' scrawled on them in lipstick.") but he could write nothing kind about their poems. And even a few of his memorialists (Allen Tate, for instance) clearly bear scars from the lash of his terrible swift tongue...