For some reason, when making must see Halloween movies lists it seems that everyone overlooks / ignores one of the best and cute horror comedies - the 1953 flick Scared Stiff with Dean Martin, Jerry Lewis and the forever beautiful Lizabeth Scott. I still remember this movie and the day my folks brought home the VHS. It was my first horror film, i was like 7 or 8.
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LUCILLE BALL, shown in the wedding scene from M-G-M's "The Long, Long Trailer," and Desi Arnaz are TV's first situation comedy stars to essay a full length movie.
Lucy's first step was to talk Desi into the idea of honeymooning in a trailer.
They looked over the folder and picked out the one they wanted, a real beauty.
PAULETTE GODDARD, once voted possessor of the most beautiful body in the world, is noted in Hollywood as a person whose legal astuteness matches her figure. Her quiet-and effective divorce from two former husbands, Charles Chaplin and Burgess Meredith, which caught the film town napping, added to her reputation as an independent, completely self-assured person.
Hollywood was ready to bet its last swimming pool the gorgeous Goddard could take care of any legal situation in which she was involved.
Now it wonders if she is so sure of herself after all. It is because she is doubting whether her Cuernavaca divorce from her third spouse, Broadway star Burgess Meredith, obtained four long years ago, was strictly on the up-and-up.
Paulette raised the doubt in New York when she recently filed a countersuit in Supreme Court to Meredith's legal demand for a 50-50 split of the $400,000 of folding money she is said to have earned in California during the five years they were married.
If she wins her action and her divorce is ruled illegal, she will sue Meredith for a new divorce this time in the United States-and name Broadway dancer, blonde Kaja Sundsten, whom he married in 1950.
The legal situation has for many observers the complications of a French "problem play," but it also has the distinction of an unusually provocative personality in its leading feminine role.
"Buzz" Meredith, in his new courtroom role, contends that the shapely Goddard doesn't have a leg to stand on so far as the validity of the Mexican divorce was concerned, because she "took too long to make up her mind about challenging it."
If the Supreme Court rules in her favor and that Meredith can be "legally stopped" from claiming half her California property, Paulette may quit America and live abroad.
Reports continue that the actress is planning to divide her future residence between London, Paris and Switzer- land with occasional visits to New York and Hollywood.
Paulette Goddard, Hollywood remembers, always did like to travel. The film town recalls that she took Chaplin as her second husband in far-off Canton while on a trip around the world. Of course, this time Paulette's desire to live in Europe could be prompted by the fact that Erich Maria Remarque, the well-known author with whom her name has been linked romantically, resides there.
WHILE Michael was in England and I was in Hollywood, he painted a portrait of me from a photo- graph. The picture hangs in our baby's room, and I love it. Now I shall paint a word-portrait of him:
"He is six-foot-one in height; he weighs around 165 pounds. His eyes are blue, an aqua-blue, my favorite color; his hair is brown with a little gray in it-let's call it salt-and-pepper. He's very muscular; I don't mean muscle-bound, but strong and lithe.
He has the world's most marvelous disposition. I must be a very trying person to live with, at times, but Michael never lets me feel that I am. I never flare out at people, but once I let fly at Michael. That was when I came home completely exhausted, knowing we both still had all our packing to do for our trip to England, a thousand nagging errands, and 36 hours before our plane took off. There was Michael in his bathing suit, lying quietly beside the pool.
"Oh, Michael-with all we have to do!" I reproached him. That angel-man gave me a sympathetic smile, jumped up, kissed me and agreed with everything I said so heartily that I found myself laughing.
As to clothes, he's the casual type. He loves bluejeans, sports shirts that hang outside, sports jackets, slacks. He hates to put on a dinner jacket, a dress shirt and a black tie. I tell him it's no more trouble to put on a dress shirt than any other kind, and what's so terrible about a dinner jacket? But it's a mental thing with Michael. He thinks he can't tie a bow tie, and that formal clothes are uncomfortable. But when I ask him to, the darling struggles into them, even if he doesn't like it.
Naturally, I dress for Michael. He never goes with me to shop; it wouldn't interest him and he'd be embar- rassed; but if I am uncertain whether or not he'll like a dress, I send it home on approval and show it to him. If he doesn't like it, he says so, honestly, and I return it, because, after all, he is the man I wish to please. But if I am really mad for a dress and he says "No," he'll see that I'm disappointed. "Keep it if you like," he'll say, "you are the one who has to wear it." If I keep it, I never put it on when I'm with him.
The first time I saw Michael, I was working with Robert Taylor in a picture we made in England. Michael was doing a film on the same lot. I thought him divine and chased him all over the studio.
"YOU HEAR a lot about the movies-much of it good, a lot of it bad. But movies have been good enough for me-and movies will be good enough for my children."
This simple and direct statement of one of Hollywood's most simple and direct stars characterizes much of Alan Ladd's sane and sincere philosophy. Like any parent, who wants the best for his
offspring, Alan could pay no better tribute to the vocation he chose for himself than that he would like them to follow in his own footsteps! Yes, those words tell a lot about Alan Ladd-a man who can achieve the top in Hollywood, stay at the top for ten years with no slightest sign of dropping in popularity, and come through all the hurly-burly of filmdom-the fantastic, jittery, up-and-down maelstrom- and still be gracious and grateful enough to say "Hollywood has been very good to me!"
So many other stars have dimmed and vanished like candles in a wind. What is there about Alan Ladd that rises above the rest? He'd tell you himself: I never let it get me!
To the Ladds-because to think of Alan is to include Sue Carol as a matter of course Hollywood and the making of pictures is a business, and they've treated it as such.
They never went overboard. Not in any way. Life is simple, and based on the fundamentals that matter whether you live in California, New York or Europe. In homes all over the world, the father goes to work every day, the mother takes care of the house and the children. The Ladds have never seen any reason why life in Hollywood should be different. Alan Ladd goes to work at a studio; Sue Carol Ladd plans the dinner, does the marketing, manages the routine of her children, and makes home a pleasant place for a tired husband. "Everyone has always tossed a lot of words around when it comes to Sue Carol and her place in Alan's life," says one friend.
The truth of the matter is that he says she made him what he is- but she says she's just a consultant.

GINA LOLLOBRIGIDA'S Roman countrymen call her a poem in motion. The French call her 5'5", fully- packed figure a chef d'oeuvre, a work of art. A young Russian-and to this day nobody knows how he managed to smuggle the letter through the Iron Curtain-wrote "Tzina" Lollobrigida the following: "Siberia is very cold. I long to come to sunny Italy to make your acquaintance. In your presence, I am sure I will never again be cold even in the most freezing temperatures." A 65-year-old Swede, Ernest Lindstrom by name, walked most of the way from Sweden to meet Gina. He made this statement upon his arrival in Rome. "I came to Italy to meet her because I saw her in a picture and for me she is the most beautiful woman in the world. If necessary, I would walk half- way around this globe to be in the same room with her. I must marry her."
Fans from many parts of the world call her "The Golden Bosom" for splendidly-obvious reasons. The Rome Daily American refers to her as "sort of a moving version of a historical novel's book jacket." And a Dutch critic, under the kind of extreme emotional duress which often results in a heart attack, ended his praise of her charms with the following comment: "Here is an incomparable package of glorious womanhood. Gina has the urgent physical appeal of Marilyn Monroe, Rita Hayworth and the late Jean Harlow combined with the flawless beauty of a Hedy Lamarr."
Fortunately for 150 million Americans, particularly the masculine half of the population, this tantalizing Roman dish of potent anatomical force, already considered Europe's Queen of Perfect Pulchritude, will be paying our shores a visit around the first of the year. Luscious new star of the Italian cinema, Gina is probably the most perfectly formed creature Europe has ogled since Aphrodite. Her challenge for the title of Number One International Pin-Up Girl is a formidable one. In the six years since this Roman tidbit was chosen Miss Italy, she has become one of Europe's biggest box-office attractions. Having won the French equivalent of the Oscar for the best 1952 performance by a foreign actress, she must be able to act as well as radiate heat. Millions of fans are clamoring for more and more of this fabulous new product Italy is exporting for the edification of filmgoers in every part of the world.