“Men blame me for Margaux Hemingway,” sniffs Eileen Ford, whose powerful agency has sold more models (Jane Fonda, Candice Bergen, Lauren Hutton) than Fisher Body. Pressed by a reporter about the million-dollar Babe when she was on tour to hype her latest book, Beauty Now and Forever, Ford demurred, “I had nothing to do with her. Fabergé put her in ads. I don’t know any man who’s attracted to her.” Her clincher was, “I think men want a woman of their own, someone to take care of—not a mountain girl.” Eileen, of course, is overlooking those guys who are challenged because it’s there.
See No Evil
Oscar-winning millionaire co-producer (The Sting, Taxi Driver) Tony Bill, 37, has refused to watch rather important works from Shampoo to ABC’s recent Washington: Behind Closed Doors. Bill’s alibi is that he acted in all of them (he was the Hugh Sloan-like composite in the latter), and “I find it embarrassing to be publicly exposed.” Squirms Bill of his sideline: “Acting’s like being caught picking your nose. If I can do it without believing that anyone else will see it, then it seems okay.”
“I accepted the role immediately just to be in bed with Bardot—she’s the most utterly perfect woman. Not a fault. God knows, I looked. Even her feet are pretty.” Another male chauvinist actor? Non. The adoring words are from English actress Jane Birkin, explaining her appearance with Brigitte in the French film Don Juan. As for her own lesser endowments, Birkin, 31, who first romped nude with David Hemmings in Antonioni’s Blow-Up, admits, “It would have been nice to look like Diana Dors, but since you can’t change, why not be a boy-woman instead of a woman-woman? I’m certainly not going to get myself plugged with silicone so when you sit on a radiator they fall down to your knees.”
For a couple who had to cope with his impotence and her flipout before she finally split with another man, they were cooing like honeymooners. “Our bedroom scenes were the best I’ve ever had,” gallantly offered actor Greg Mullavey (who continues his role as Tom Hartman on Forever Fernwood) to the lady whose phone call interrupted his appearance on an L.A. talk show. For her part, a nostalgic Louise Lasser fessed up that she missed him and Mary Hartman, Mary Hartman so much she had slipped back into the part. At least symbolically. Before dialing the call, the affectingly flaky Lasser had donned the very same blue flannel nightie she always wore when they cuddled before the cameras.
He’s become an actor (Babe, Blazing Saddles) and author (Even Big Guys Cry), but ex-Detroit Lion Alex Karras is still steaming over what he considers the cheap shot suffered as he signed off ABC’s Monday Night Football. “After my third year, I said goodbye,” explains Karras, who says he agreed to return this fall only if ABC failed to find a suitable replacement. “Then they reversed the story, saying I had lost my job to Don Meredith, which is bull. It’s the football game that sells. Secondly, it’s the Howard Cosell show. Howard is a difficult man and I had to put up with him three hours a week. But how can you take him seriously anyway?”
•”Why hasn’t Amy answered my letter?” buttonholed the small girl as Rosalynn Carter campaigned for Virginia Democrats. “Just give me your address,” the First Lady smiled back, while directing her press secretary, Mary Hoyt, to handle the case. The 9-year-child eventually jotted it out on a piece of paper, after being profoundly puzzled when Hoyt bent down and from dint of habit inquired, “Do you have a card?”
•Things hit a head at the Schotz Brewery last season when Cindy Williams foamed off the Laverne and Shirley set demanding a bigger share of the scripts. This season everything is copacetic, either because she got what she wanted or, just possibly, because during the lunch break most of the crew join Cindy in practicing her new passion: yoga.