Swiss-born Marthe Keller has worked with some top-luster leading men—Hoffman, Pacino, Olivier and Mastroianni among them—without feeling intimidated. From now on she’s going to be more careful. “Three hundred years ago actors weren’t even allowed to be citizens in France,” she says. “Now you’ve got a Pope who was an actor and Ronald Reagan as President. All of a sudden I feel I’ve got to be kind to every co-star—because you never know when he’ll become President. Or Pope.”
The owners were hoping to sell it by Christmas, but the sled named Rosebud from Citizen Kane is still available for $30,000. Believed to be the only one left of the three matching balsa-wood-and-dowel sleds made for the classic film, Rosebud was saved from a Paramount scrap heap by a garbage collector in 1977. He sold it to a trio of investors: a film distributor, a computer businessman and a University of Illinois professor of film who’s written a book on the making of Citizen Kane. The owners have had four offers so far, but not at their asking price. At least they know where to find potential customers—they took out an ad in the Wall Street Journal.
The busiest man in Washington this week is hardly a household name. Marty Pasetta is producing and directing both the inaugural gala next Monday and the eight-location Inaugural Ball the next night—coordinated for closed-circuit TV. In all, Pasetta is juggling more than 500 performers and musicians, including Frank Sinatra, Ben Vereen, Johnny Carson, Wayne Newton, Tony Bennett, Pat Boone, Glen Campbell, the Osmonds, 11 big dance bands and possibly one rock band. Pasetta will have to work with the Secret Service, but his biggest problem, he says, is “trying to get the second half of the show as good as the first.” Even with all that talent? “Many of them get a little tipsy after two hours or so,” says Pasetta, not naming names, “so you’re inclined to put them on at the beginning.”
Kenny Fly Right?
Kenny Rogers’ wife, Marianne Gordon, listened with half an ear when she heard that psychic Jeanne Dixon predicted they’d have marital problems and that Kenny should be cautious about his new BAC-111 jet. “We get along so great,” she shrugged. “But it could be a warning and you never know. So I must be very careful to try to love him a little more—and to have the pilot check out the plane more.” Marianne demonstrated that her concern for airline safety is selective. “I told Kenny,” she added with a wink, ” ‘You can forget about checking the plane out—if there’s gonna be any other girl in the jet with you.’ ”
Punk de Deux
All slicked up in a red leather pantsuit, rock queen Deborah Harry passed up her usual peanut-butter-and-jelly sandwich to dive into a caviar-and-chive soufflé at a Greenwich Village restaurant to celebrate a new contract with MGM. In the talking stages is a role in American Rhapsody, a comedy about a pop singer who romances a Russian pianist who defects. One heartthrob reportedly considered to play the defector is Mikhail Baryshnikov, but no one’s heard Misha mutter da or nyet yet.
•British director Richard Lester (A Hard Day’s Night, The Three Musketeers) has a novel one-line to promote his upcoming Superman II: “You’ve thrilled to the T-shirt. Now see the movie.”
•Dustin Hoffman has this to say about why he doesn’t ski: “You need a lot of white snow and a lot of Blue Cross.”