Slice of Life
First there was the well-publicized tiff with wife Elizabeth Taylor over women and the draft. And now Virginia Sen. John Warner tells this anecdote, further illustrating that Liz is not awed by his political pontifications. It was Warner’s contribution to an upcoming cable TV series called The Best Joke I Ever Heard. He explained to his wife that he had cut his face while shaving because he had been thinking about an upcoming speech. “Well,” Liz quipped, “you ought to think about your face and cut your speech.”
Muhammad Ali’s decision to fight again must have been a low blow to wife Veronica. Just before the announcement she was telling a visitor, as Ali listened: “I’m happy he’s retired and not coming back. I was thoroughly miserable watching him fight—it was like seeing a total stranger.” And then she inadvertently summed up what boxing critics see as Ali’s chances: “I know he’s tired of fighting. He doesn’t have the heart anymore…”
Cher is no stranger to rock. First she was teamed up with soft-rocker Sonny Bono, then hard-rocker Gregg Allman and, until recently, very-hard-rocker Gene (Kiss) Simmons. Now Cher is getting more directly involved in the scene—she’s formed her own rock group, which is pounding out its first album in Los Angeles. All other information is under wraps. “We’re not ready to talk about it,” stonewalled Cher’s longtime agent, Dick Grant, who added that the group doesn’t even have a name yet. Cher’s penchant for the unusual—her kids are Chastity and Elijah Blue—is well known. Expect something weird and wonderful.
A Pride of Sins
For a singer-actor who hasn’t done much lately, the six-figure offer to David Bowie to portray the killer opposite Frank Sinatra’s cop in The First Deadly Sin would seem like an offer he should not refuse. But Bowie, his literary sensibilities wounded, rejected the role. “The book was terrific, but the script stunk,” he explained. Meanwhile the film started shooting in Manhattan last week with Bent’s David Dukes playing the killer.
Sophia Loren hoped Cary Grant would not mind her revealing details of their love affair of long ago in her autobiography Sophia: Living and Loving. “He was part of my life,” says the Italian actress. “I loved him dearly, so I rang him and said, ‘I can’t leave you out.’ He told me, ‘I still love you and trust you, so anything you write is fine with me.’ ” But now that Sophia intends to make a TV movie of her life (and will even play herself), Grant is reported by a London paper to be fuming. “I just can’t believe people would exploit an old friendship like this,” he said.
With Carter campaign consultant Greg Schneiders out of town on the political warpath, White House Press Secretary Jody Powell volunteered to teach his colleague’s weekly class in political communications at Georgetown. The often acerbic adversary of persistent reporters even took the class out for a beer—”so we could talk more”—after a discussion on how special interest groups could stymie political action. How did the dozen or so students compare with the White House press corps? Says Jody with a straight face: “They were more knowledgeable and more serious.”
Robert Redford briefly shed his image as the performer who has everything during an interview in England: “All my life I’ve been dogged by guilt, because I feel there’s this difference between the way I look—which I suppose is good—and what I feel inside me. I get these black glooms. It’s my Scottish-Irish blood. I don’t sleep much. I have terrible nightmares.”