Word: vamping
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...course shedunit. The coed vamp with a mean streak as deep as her cleavage. The peddler of her own educated flesh. The Mata Hari of Ewing Oil. The counterspy for that nefarious lawyer Alan Beam. The scheming sister of Mrs. J.R. Ewing. The seducer of that ultimate seducer, Mr. J.R. Ewing, and the self-proclaimed carrier of his child. What apter justice? The person who fired the shots heard round the world was the female J.R., Kristin Shepard...
...lived together for a couple of months before Laura took fright and moved out. That was a year ago, but Charles is still zonked. The phone rings and... no; it is only his mother (Gloria Grahame), a withered vamp whose insulation has started to fray, and who flirts coyly with suicide whenever she feels that not enough attention is being paid to her, calling to say that she has taken sleeping pills again and is sinking in the bath water. No matter. The logic of Charles' obsession tells him that the next call will be from Laura, who will...
DIED. Sally Rand, 75, tart-talking blond fan dancer whose trademark routine-a nude vamp performing behind peekaboo ostrich plumes to the strains of Debussy -wowed 'em for 45 years; of a heart attack; in Glendora, Calif. She started flaunting her feathers and teasing her audiences ("the Rand is quicker than the eye") in the early 1930s, kept her 36-24-37 figure into her 70s by dancing every day, and claimed that over the years she had changed her act "not a whit, not a step, not a feather...
...only acts out bewitching allure; she does not embody it. During rehearsals, the cast screened Louise Brooks' Lulu in the 1928 silent film of Wedekind's Pandora's Box- which may partly account for Shade's tendency to play the role as a jazz-age vamp...
There was jazz in Lincoln Center, where Singer Betty Carter-a vamp of a figure in black lace with a husky, sweet-toned voice that recalls Billie Holiday -was singing a tribute to the blues. "I must have music, music," Carter, 48, half crooned, half spoke, swaying to the beat of her trio with eyes closed. Throttling down to slow, slow low notes that seemed to float in the air forever-the crowd hanging on breathlessly-she would suddenly take off, sliding up the scale as fast as any sax to land on a sultry, slightly off-center note. With...