I know Debbie Reynolds and Harry Karl hold hands at the movies. I watched them. . . . Zsa Zsa turned square; she admits on the jacket of her book that she didn’t write her autobiography. . . . Call me what you will, but...
I’m aware Elvis Presley is a judo expert, but I didn’t realize until now this subject is his opening dialogue with a girl. . . . Bet Tony Curtis never thought he’d be a Roman gladiator. . . . Tuesday Weld is still on her...
I admire Bob Mitchum’s performance in the “Blood Alley” hassle because he didn’t blow a whistle. . . . The hardest gal in pictures to figure out is Leslie Caron. . . . Did you know there’s more smootching in drive-in theatres during a Grace...
Joan Collins is battling the biggest problem of her career. After you’ve read this unusually frank interview, you’ll be rooting for her—as we are now....
Two big preems of two fine films with downbeat themes were sure upbeat in the matter of star attendance. First came “I’ll Cry Tomorrow,” with Susan Hayward’s Oscar-bait performance thrilling everyone. A few nights later came the opening of “The Man With the Golden Arm,” which unquestionably...