I wouldn’t believe it was Natalie Wood if I saw Natalie Wood alone in a restaurant or at the movies. . . . Frank Sinatra should record an album of torch ballads and call it “Songs For Losers Only.” . . . As Sinatra says:...
Just so you’ll know—that man’s on the prowl again, ferreting out the foibles of cinematown’s local talent...
Looking backward to the torrid Twenties and tempestuous Thirties—to the era of mink-lined limousines, voluptuous vamps, patent-leather sheiks, the question is...
A great man talks about his greatest movie . . . Previews of exciting features to come....
From splendor in the grass to splendor in the night clubs only proves that there's no telling what will happen...
