Word: ward
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Dates: during 1980-1989
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...bedded Lord Astor and Douglas Fairbanks Jr. . . . Mariella Novotny, who claims John F. Kennedy among her lovers, hosted an all-star orgy where a naked gent, thought to be film director and Prime Minister's son Anthony Asquith, implored guests to beat him . . . Osteopath and artist Stephen Ward, whose portrait subjects include eight members of the Royal Family, has been charged with pimping Keeler and Rice- Davies to his posh friends. Part of Ward's bail was reportedly posted by young financier Claus von Bulow...
Scandal is an express tour of the Profumo affair that moves with a pop historian's revisionist swagger and plays like News of the World headlines set to early '60s rock 'n' roll. Taking a cue from Asquith's Pygmalion, the film casts Ward (John Hurt) as an aristocratic makeover artist, discovering Keeler (Joanne Whalley-Kilmer) in the fetid anonymity of a Soho strip club and turning her into a star of the jet-set slumming circuit. Pluck your eyebrows, Christine. Wet your lips. Come over and say hi to Jack Profumo...
...Peter Fonda's daughter Bridget (comic acuity). The film names names and gets the tone right. ! This is a morally exhausted society, where every woman is a whore and every man a pimp or a trick until proved otherwise. It has no hero or heroine, only a victim: Stephen Ward, who loved trashy women and was betrayed by distinguished...
...Jupiter, Judith Kales, Sharon Kapnick, Kevin Kelly, Claire Knopf, Agustin Lamboy, Gyavira Lasana, Jeannine Laverty, Marcia L. Love, Janet L. Lugo, Melinda J. McAdams, Peter J. McGullam, Sandra Maupin, Anna F. Monardo, Maria A. Paul, Judy Sandra, Elyse Segelken, Michael Skinner, Terry Stoller, Lamarr Tsufura, Maitena Z. Viani, Jill Ward, Amelia Weiss Graphics Production: Kenneth Collura, Linda Parker, Lois Rubenstein, Simon Tack...
During each successful contest, Ward crafts a picture of the owner that makes her an extreme caricature of the capitalist class. Sitting in her luxury box seat, flanked by her lackey general manager and two servants clad in white dinner jackets with black bow-ties, she frets over the success of her ball club and sips a cool drink. She exudes the air of either a colonial plantation owner, who cannot squeeze any more productivity out of the slaves who are cultivating the fields, or a Roman emperor who condescendingly passes judgment over her subjects at a gladiator's match...