Word: waif
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...gave-serving up her guests in bite-sized morsels. People exist for Gloria to hold up and put down, and she delightedly pounces on a waifish little girl somebody brought, with so much hair, she explains, "it was impossible to see its face without trespassing." The fact that the waif died of drug withdrawal the next day is merely the perfect capper for Gloria's account of the evening...
...Mary and John? The ad announcing the new production says it in ideographs: Rosemary's baby carriage perched atop Mrs. Robinson's knee. Mia Farrow, 23, and Dustin Hoffman, 31. The wandering waif and the victim of the middle class. Mrs. Sinatra and Mr. Acne. Novelist Flannery O'Connor put it another way: "Everything that rises must converge." The casting together of the two fastest-rising performers in the business was inevitable?it always is. But it once took half a career to manage the box-office mergers of Jimmy Stewart and June Allyson or Spencer Tracy and Katharine Hepburn...
Married. Audrey Hepburn, 39, filmdom's worldly waif (My Fair Lady, Two for the Road); and Dr. Andrea Mario Dotti, 30, handsome Italian psychiatrist whom she met on a Roman holiday last July; she for the second time (her 14-year marriage to Actor Mel Ferrer ended in divorce two months ago), he for the first; in a quiet civil ceremony held near her home in Merges, Switzerland...
...this grim little first novel by a 23-year-old Yorkshireman, Budgie is befriended by a 14-year-old boy and his dog Nightpoodle, by a girl who has two distinct personalities (a waif named Wendy and a whore called Olga), and by an erratic young painter. Each of them meets with personal disaster, and at the last terrified moment each sees, or thinks he sees, Budgie Bill...
Like Funny Girl, which is also about an intense, driven actress, Star wastes its emotion on backstage bromides. Again there is the rags-to-bitches process, with the innocent little slum waif metamorphizing into a neurotic stranger to her husband, her child and, finally, herself. Again there are the hoofing and puffing resurrections of ricky-tick dance routines, which have long since been kidded to death in Thoroughly Modern Millie and on Laugh-In. The scrawny script merely vamps till the next number is ready; the shimmering show biz of the Twenties and Thirties, which once seemed spun of gossamer...