There was Jaws II, Godfather II and Beyond the Poseidon Adventure; now Warner’s is gearing for Oh God! Oh God!, a sequel to its successful 1977 film in which George Burns played Him. The original picture’s director, Carl Reiner, is unhappy with the idea. “I told Warner’s they shouldn’t make it,” he says. “I don’t think God should come down again. He comes down twice, He’s a nudzh [Yiddish for pest].” But “studios don’t know from creative,” sighs Reiner, who charges them with coveting their neighbors’ goods: “They’re after money, and a sequel is always going to make some money.” He isn’t upset with Burns, though. “It’s only natural that he’d want to make it. Now that he’s played God, do you think he’d let anyone else play Him?”
“We had two Rolls-Royces, and I’ve already sold mine. I am just advertising my Lamborghini for sale. I’ve already sold my clothes and my collection of art. I haven’t sold my jewelry yet, because I would like to keep something for my old age.” Such is the plight—or so she claims—of Soraya Khashoggi, who, while negotiating a divorce settlement with her multibillionaire husband, arms dealer Adnan Khashoggi, says she sometimes doesn’t have enough cash to “buy a Big Mac.” Public complaints like these may have been inspired by her flamboyant lawyer, palimony expert Marvin Mitchelson. Recently a British court impounded Adnan’s DC-9 (he owns two other jets), and now the elusive Arab has agreed to give a deposition in the case.
Ready for Teddy
One of the early beneficiaries of Ted Kennedy’s candidacy may be Vaughn Meader, who 17 years ago recorded the phenomenally successful JFK satire The First Family (3.5 million LPs sold). Meader’s career collapsed with Kennedy’s death. Since then he’s been a hippie, worked for a judge in Kentucky and made a movie with Tony Curtis (Lepke). Currently he has a C&W cabaret act billed as “Johnny Sunday” and is pushing a song he’s written called I’m Getting Ready for Teddy (“We grown much smarter since I went with Carter…to tell you the truth I’m just bored”). Meader, who lives in Maine, notes that JFK always said the comedian’s imitation sounded more like Teddy—who, incidentally, thought it sounded like Bobby, who insisted it sounded like Sargent Shriver.
Keith Carradine, currently filming The Long Riders—with a heavily fraternal cast that stars his brothers David and Robert plus Stacy and James Keach and Dennis and Randy Quaid—may have to face a real posse if he rides through one Middle American state. Keith, whose next film could be an Arthurian saga, noted that he seemed to be moving back in time. “I’ll wind up playing a Cro-Magnon man,” he joked. “The dialogue won’t be much, but the cave-painting sequence will be great. Maybe I’ll club some poor damsel and carry her off. Do you really think they did that? I guess they still do in some strange places—like Arkansas, maybe.”
Take My Aberration—Please
Best-selling novelist Harold Robbins’ latest, The Memories of Another Day, is getting typically mediocre reviews, which he says don’t faze him. “The reviews on all my books are the same,” sniffs Robbins. “Some pan them, some hate them, because they’re not reviewing my books, they’re reviewing me—my life-style, my personal aberrations. And I have a few, like girls. My wife is one of them.” Girls, that is.
•Maybe it has something to do with the artist’s fascination with American commercial culture: Studying white-haired, pale-faced Andy Warhol at a Washington party, ABC newsman Sander Vanocur observed, “He looks like he’s been dipped in Ultra Brite.”
•Jean Stapleton, a feminist whose outspokenness belies her Edith Bunker TV image, figures that even though things are changing, a little prod can’t hurt. Her contract for a cross-country revival of the play Daisy Mayme calls not only for the usual star’s limo, but for a woman driver as well.