People

Marsha Boulton November 3 1980

People

Marsha Boulton November 3 1980

People

For thousands of upstanding British Columbians, one night out every year includes a trip to the Tijuana-of-the-North—Blaine, Wash.—where the main attractions are beer on Sunday and hard-core sex films at the Seavue cinema. Last month the Seavue offered, in person, the star of its feature presentation, For Love of Pleasure, to answer questions after the $7.50 show. Triple-X-rated queen Annette Haven fielded shy questions from a packed house. The star of such X-rated classics as Desires Within Young Girls and the | John and Bo Derek-produced Love You ¿ sees herself as part of a “social, moral | crusade, helping to fill in the dearth of ¿ information and education on sexual ä matters.” At 27, she says she has turned 1 down legit movies because “they were I tacky” and prefers to make about five pornographic films each year. With a shooting schedule that rarely exceeds 14 days at $1,000 a day, Haven makes a comfortable $50,000 a year for about two months’ work. Haven now wants to return to college to study law, Latin, chemistry and psychology for a career as a sex psychologist. “There’s no point in letting all this experience go to waste.”

Though the oiled-in-whine voice of former White House counsel and convicted felon John Dean was a pre-

vailing irritant during the televised Watergate hearings, it wasn’t enough to provoke any drastic consequence. According to Watergate conspirator and fellow felon G. Gordon Liddy, Dean wasn’t worth the price of the bullet it would have taken to kill him. At a news conference during a meeting of the Independent Truckers Association in Breezewood, Penn., a stoic Liddy presented his thesis: “The price of a ninemillimetre round, due to inflation, has gone to 20 cents. He’s not worth the price of blowing away.”

ÍÍIhave something she had,” admits I Quebec singer-actress Monique Leyrac of the legendary Sarah Bernhardt.

“We both had unhappy origins which made us very ambitious.” For two solo hours each evening, Leyrac becomes the French tragedienne, known for her

travelling casket, wooden leg and flair for publicity, who dominated the Paris stage for nearly 60 years. When she was first offered Divine Sarah, a performance originated by the late Denise Pelletier, Leyrac balked because she “didn’t want to play an old woman looking backwards.” However, after digesting everything written about Bernhardt, Leyrac created a Bernhardt to suit her—feisty, coquettish, temperamental, egotistical and determined. She even added a few songs (“Well, Sarah always wanted to sing”). With both

French and English versions, Leyrac guides audiences through Bernhardt’s stage triumphs in Hamlet and Phèdre, her many love affairs and her friendships with the 19th-century European carriage set. Although it’s an exhausting performance, 51-year-old Leyrac wouldn’t have it any other way. “I always do one-woman shows. I like having the stage to myself,” insists the actress. So did Bernhardt.

The villagers of an unnamed Dutch hamlet have been bringing injured birds and animals over the past few years to a quiet American they call Paco. But few of them know his real name is Frank Serpico—the New York detective whose crusade against police corruption inspired a best-selling book and a namesake movie starring AI Pacino. Now Serpico, 43, who has been living incognito in Europe since recovering from a gunshot wound in the face, says he’s going back to the U.S. with a new

manuscript to set the record straight and explain his new lifestyle. “I was powerless to do anything,” he says of the TV series and flood of commercialism that followed the film. “All I ever wanted to be was a good cop.”

In his forthcoming book Good LifeGood Death, heart-transplant pioneer Christiaan Barnard suggests that some terminally ill patients would be best treated by suicide. “Death is not the enemy,” says Barnard. “Often it is good medical treatment.”

This year didn’t begin well for actor James Garner. Headaches, ulcers and arthritis in his legs forced him to bow out of the popular TV series, The Rockford Files, and he was promptly sued by Universal Studios. Rumors of a romance with Lauren Bacall didn’t help his relationship with his estranged wife, and last January he was beaten up by a sideswiping motorist. “Reading too much of the National Enquirer can really get to you, but I feel great and my health is better than it has been for a long time,” says Garner, 52, who returns to the NBC network next year in a re-creation of the series that made him famous, Maverick. Garner has also been doing some country and western recording at the urging of his friend Waylon Jennings. Currently, he is stalking the corrals of Lethbridge, Alta., for the Canadian film Pure Escape, which is being directed by Rockford co-star Stuart Margolin. In the film, a western set in 1942, Garner and cohort Billy Dee Williams steal a prize stud bull. “He’s the sweetest bull I’ve ever met, only kicked me three times,” explains Garner. Though he says he doesn’t trust politicians and refuses to be involved in the U.S. election, Garner offers this advice to reporters: “Keep asking questions of actors and you’ll end up with one in the White House.”

There will be a semi-royal wedding this spring, when Princess Anne’s sister-in-law, Sarah Phillips, weds commoner insurance broker Frank Stables. Like her brother, Mark Phillips, the shy 29-year-old is a horse-lover, and fiancé Stables keeps his mount, Charlie, at the Phillips’ stable. Princess Anne and Prince Charles are expected to attend the nuptials and, according to British

chitchat, the Phillips family is delighted that their daughter is officially taking Stables as a stablemate.

ií|had a very happy childhood, really I ■ did,” claims director David Lynch, whose first film, Eraserhead, has become something of a cult freak-out and whose current film, The Elephant Man, chronicles the life and Victorian times of a man so hideously deformed that he could not appear in public without a long cloak and face mask. Lynch believes that his studies of social outcasts

lead his audiences to a better understanding of “social integration and other obvious things like not judging a book by its cover.” Lynch’s next film is to be called Ronnie Rocket. “It’s about a strange person,” explains Lynch, “strange in the sense that he’s only three or four feet tall and has all kinds of physical problems, including red hair.” After exposing the dilemma of short redheads, Lynch plans to write a romance about normal people, perhaps blondes or brunettes.

After 12 years as Nova Scotia’s NDP leader, and now a civil servant in John Buchanan’s Progressive Conservative government, it may seem fitting that Jeremy Akerman would direct and act in the play A Man for All Seasons. The 38-year-old renaissance bureaucrat also put the finishing touches last month on his long-shelved novel Black Around the Eyes, a tale of labor strife in the Cape Breton coal mines of the 1920s,

for publication next spring. In the meantime, Akerman will don the robes of master manipulator Cardinal Wolsey for a three-day kidney foundation benefit next month. Not fearing any jibes from his critics, Akerman says, “I broke up the house in my last play, The Changeling, when I said, ‘I’d rather like a soldier die by thy sword, than like a politician by thy poison.’ ”

((But it isn’t that Flora MacDonald,” Dexplains poet Stuart MacKinnon,

whose latest book of poems, Mazinaw, chronicles the career of the turn-of-thecentury suffragette Flora MacDonald who, when she wasn’t entertaining the likes of Walt Whitman and the Group of Seven painter Lawren Harris at her eastern Ontario home, travelled the country preaching socialism and women’s rights. Despite having the same name and coming from the Kingston area, Quebec-born MacKinnon says he can trace no connection between the former minister of external affairs and his “stout bride of the ballot box”—except, of course, her right to vote.

Marsha Boulton