“Hey, kid! Hide this!”’. . . From his tenement stoop in the Bronx, Bobby Cassatto stared at the knife that clattered on the steps by his feet. His black eyes seemed to grow as big and round as eight-balls. There was blood on the blade....
While she strides forward to greater triumphs, Audrey’s critics ask: Can the gamine grow up as an actress and find the dream she lost along the way?...