One sunny day not long ago, a convertible came whizzing down Roxbury Drive in Beverly Hills and swooped into the driveway of a sprawling pink home. The handsome young man at the wheel leaped out, scooped up three or four suits hanging over the seat...
Dear Nancy, Frankie, Jr. and Christina, Not too long ago a friend of ours saw you at Disneyland with your Pop. It wasn’t the first time you’d all been there together, and our friend had heard some odd reports about your other visits. So for an...
One Mike’s sweet is another Mike’s poison . . ....
There are certain fields where actors aren’t ever supposed to tread—but this darn fool walks in every time—and comes out with a great big gold mine...
PART IV On June 20, 1956, the New York Post ran the story of the imminent marriage between Marilyn and Arthur Miller. The civil ceremony was on June 29, followed by the wedding according to Jewish ritual on July 1, for which Marilyn had converted to...
PART II January 5, 1950 Shooting of The Fireball, in which she plays Polly, a roller-skating groupie, begins. (adsbygoogle = window.adsbygoogle || []).push({}); Publicity still for The Asphalt Jungle, 1950, probably photographed by Frank Powolny. The Asphalt Jungle, directed by John Huston, piqued the curiosity of...
Jean does the chores. She talks to friends. She works until she’s too tired to he miserable—or almost. But with Stewart away on location once more—what is there to do?...
They’re telling tales out of school about Badman Bob again. And he, as usual, is grimacing and bearing it—as long as possible. But when the last straw falls—stand back!...
It’s always darkest before the dawn. For these two people, tortured and tired, dawn didn’t come a minute too soon!...
For months she’s been taking everything the critics can hand out. Now Mrs. Frank Sinatra is in there slugging to win back the public and to save her marriage....