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...Weaver, famous as "Pat" when he was president of NBC in the 1950s. The Weavers lived in a Sutton Place apartment once owned by Marion Davies; Sigourney remembers swinging on the golden gates leading to the living room. "I was a privileged, pampered, sheltered child," she says of this Wasp gentility. "It was as though every day had a happy ending. My brother Trajan and I had gold cards giving us the run of Radio City Music Hall. I thought everyone's father was head of a network. Though it made things confusing when I was learning the alphabet...
...portly, tastefully dressed man, Doole was at once reserved, even shy, yet highly sociable. The lifelong bachelor often squired wealthy widows to embassy dances in the capital. "George Doole? Oh, he was a perfect gentleman," recalls one consort, Irene Evans. At the Chevy Chase Club, a Wasp bastion in a well-to-do Maryland suburb, Doole sometimes liked to while away afternoons playing bridge and backgammon. He usually won. "George? Well, he was quite a boy," chuckles a fellow clubman, retired Rear Admiral Raymond Hunter...
LYNE POPULATES THE exterior world of his movie with gaily chatting and arguing New York ethnics who swirl around his android WASP heroes like flies around a honeycomb. Lyne, in his indominatable style, means to make fun of the Chinese, Blacks, and Italians who blithely live on the surface world of lowtech New York. But the seemingly irrelevant visions of a polyglot urban landscape only serve to underscore the irrelevance and emptiness of Rourke and Basinger's protagonists...
With Joshua Shapiro our given ethnic is Jewish, persecution-complex and all. "Look how they eat?" we gasp as Josh egregiously woofs down a fancy plate at a posh WASP-establishment restaurant. "They do that?" we squeal as Joshua exhibits the dishonesty of Yer-Basic-Semite on the time-honored subject of money. Shock-shlock, no ands ifs or buts...
Sometimes the ads are quirkily self-conscious. "Ahem," began one suitor in the New York Review of Books. "Decent, soft-spoken sort, sanely silly, philosophish, seeks similar." Then he started to hit his stride: "Central Jersey DM WASP professional, 38, 6 ft.2", slow hands, student of movies and Marx, gnosis and news, craves womanish companionship...