Actress Kathryn Harrold has had a variety of onscreen lovers, from Albert Brooks to Steve McQueen. But they were mere lightweights compared to her current celluloid squeeze, Luciano Pavarotti, in the movie Yes, Giorgio! “The first time I realized just how big Luciano is,” exclaims Harrold, “was when I saw the mannequin the wardrobe department was using to tailor his costumes. I tried putting my arms around it, which, of course, was impossible. But the real thing wasn’t too bad. I guess it shows that if you’re determined you can overcome anything.”
Much of the money the Republican Party raised to gain control of the Senate last year came through direct-mail solicitation. After seeing how well it worked, the Democrats are trying the same approach. California’s Sen. Alan Cranston, for instance, has made a postal plea for funds to help defeat powerful Republicans like Jesse Helms and Strom Thurmond. One copy of the letter, however, was mistakenly addressed to Senator Strom himself. He wrote Cranston a letter instead of a check. “Dear Alan,” it said. “Forgive me for not hopping on your bandwagon. But I do not think it would be appropriate for me to support a party which seeks to oust me from my chairmanship on the Judiciary Committee. If I can help you with any other matter please do not hesitate to call on me again. With kindest regards and best wishes, Strom.”
Forty years ago last month photographer Ansel Adams was driving by a sleepy Southwestern town as the sun was setting. “I saw this wonderful scene out of the window,” he recalls. “I practically drove off the road.” He stopped, set up his camera and snapped the moon rising above the distant mountains, providing a dramatic backdrop for the village church and cemetery. Moonrise, Hernandez, New Mexico has since become one of the most celebrated photographs ever taken. At a 40th-anniversary party, Adams reminisced about his most recent visit to Hernandez. “It’s terrible,” he sighed. A cluttered construction yard has been built on the site, and the church now has a tacky tin roof. “It’s only a matter of time until the church is gone,” said Adams. “If you want to see it at all, you had better get there soon.” But if you don’t, you can always buy a copy of Adams’ photo. One print recently sold for $71,500.
In Israel to film the life of Golda Meir, Ingrid Bergman went to an old movie theater in Jerusalem with Mayor Teddy Kollek, who had ordered up a special showing of For Whom the Bell Tolls. So much had been chopped off the lead-in of the ancient print that the film started after Ingrid’s (and Gary Cooper’s) credits, although the minor players survived intact. “But my name isn’t even on the film!” teased Bergman in a whisper. “Don’t worry,” said Kollek to the actress, whose Maria looks more like the real Ingrid than does the lumpy Golda. “In this film they’ll recognize you.”
A Gag Is Not a Joke
Only a few days after David Stockman was called on the carpet for voicing his doubts about Reaganomics, the President went to Houston to honor White House aide Jim Baker and other Texans at a $500-a-plate dinner attended by about a thousand Republicans. Reagan got the applause when he vowed not to raise taxes. But Baker got the laughs when he explained what he did every evening before leaving the White House: “Turn off the lights, check the thermostat and make sure we’ve bound and gagged David Stockman.”
“I can’t stand Hollywood,” insists Robert (Benson) Guillaume. “Everyone in L.A. wears cowboy boots so they can see over other people’s heads at parties who’s important. I wear them to see who’s coming,” Guillaume says, “so I can get out of the way.”