Marsha Boulton July 2 1979


Marsha Boulton July 2 1979


Though Woody Allen has been costumed as a Cossack soldier, a Hasidic Jew and a robot with inflatable water wings, offscreen he has not been noted for his fashion flair. Diane Keaton’s wardrobe in Allen’s Oscarful Annie Hall spawned a ragtag generation of women wearing ankle socks and skinny ties, but Allen’s early-crumple attire seemed unlikely to reach the pages of Vogue. All of that changes, however, with his latest film, Manhattan, which credits Allen’s cotton-andkhaki garb to award-winning American designer Ralph Lauren. Previous film credits for Lauren, 39, include the icecream suits worn by Robert Redford in the ill-fated 1974 movie of F. Scott Fitzgerald’s The Great Gatsby. Needless to say, Allen, 43, was looking for a more casual approach, and what better place to find it than his own closet? He has been wearing Lauren’s clothes for six years, and he also raided Lauren’s personal wardrobe to find his movie costumes. “Mr. Lauren and Mr. Allen both wear size 37-38 jackets,” a Lauren spokesman declared, “and Mr. Allen prefers a rather worn look for his films.” Thus baggy-kneed pants and oversized sweaters promise to be de rigueur for this fall’s well-dressed man. Perry Como redux.

Bouncing along to success these days is The Rubber Gun, a Montreal drugscene retrospective directed and cowritten by 32-year-old Allan Moyle, who is currently casting his next project, Times Square, a tale of two teen-age girls’ adventures on and around New

York’s sirloin strip. So far Tim Curry {Rocky Horror Picture Show) has agreed to play his first non-musical role as an FM deejay, and Moyle’s main concern now is finding his leading ladiesone street-wise (“Nicky”) and the other suburban, but willing to learn. He doesn’t expect to find his punky pubescents through conventional methods. “We think we’re going to find our Nicky on the streets,” says Moyle, whose month-long talent hunt has seen both him and producer Jacob Brackman

{Days of Heaven, The King of Marvin Gardens) plastering Times Square with posters and publicizing their desire for an ingenue who’s “slim and beautiful in an unusual way; who has probably tattooed her arm with burning cigarettes.” They would even consider an escapee from a mental hospital. “Girls call and say ‘Okay, I’ve got the tattoos, where do I go from here,’ ” says Moyle, who has seen 2,000 hopefuls and videotaped hundreds of potentials.

f í ^#ou can make a movie about two ■ teen-agers and make a lot of money, but there’s no sense of history, purpose or meaningfulness,” says Sandy Frank, a New York producer who recently paid $100,000 for the film rights to Egyptian President Anwar Sadat’s autobiography, In Search of Identity. Through no sheer coincidence, Frank has also acquired the rights to Israeli Prime Minister Menachem Begin’s life story, The Revolt. Separate made-for-TV movies are planned for broadcast late in 1980. Neither leader will have any say in casting and Frank is currently scouring “top-rated actors of all religions, races and creeds.” He admits that Muhammad Ali “would probably love to play Sadat.” He also claims to have a photograph of the young Begin which shows him to be a near-clone of Woody Allen.

The secret was well kept. Nevertheless, 2,000 of Toronto’s New Wave rockers turned up in leopard-skin body suits and rhinestone collars last week to

f i ^his summer I want to get over my I fear of snakes—to take them in my hands and play with them,” decided Céline Lomez. What better way for her to conquer her phobia than to star in Marooned in the Land God Gave to Cain, an episode of a new adventure series which will be aired on CBC TV this fall. “The snakes weren’t so bad. The ones I had to deal with were tiny,” says the Québécois actress who is best known for her sadomasochistic role in last year’s top Canadian film, The Silent Partner. In fact, producers Peter Rowe and Barry Pearson found “trained” reptiles for Lomez to cavort with in her role as Marguerite de Roberval, the first French woman in Canada, who was abandoned on a desolate island in the Gulf of the St. Lawrence by a jealous uncle. Some gritty 16th-century realism

attend what was described as “a semiprivate party” featuring The Stink Band, with Saturday Night Live Blues Brother John Belushi on drums, Rough Trader John Hughes on keyboards and Peter Aykroyd, the younger brother of Blues Brother No. 2, Dan Aykroyd, vocalizing. The site of the event was the Palais Royale Ballroom, made famous by the likes of Frank Sinatra, the Dorsey Brothers and swinging Sammy Kaye, all of whom played there in the ’40s. “Do we stink?” was the rhetorical question Ackroyd the Younger put to the crowd, which included actor Donald Sutherland, comedian David Steinberg and singer David Clayton-Thomas. The all-original material included a pleasant ditty about necrophilia. The fans loved it until the beer ran out.

was unavoidable, however, and in one scene Lomez, 25, ended up covered in mud. “I feel like I just got out of the bush myself,” she said when filming ended. “They put bacon grease on my hair and stuff on my teeth to make them look decayed. But I really had fun.”

In 1974, Dutch-born actress Sylvia Kristel broke into films in a big way as the star of Emmanuelle, a French film full of lukewarm pornography in a variety of exotic locations. “I only got about

$10,000, but I did it for the travel—and, to my amazement, 350 million people have seen my ass,” says Kristel, 27, who decided to put her clothes back on and pursue conventional stardom. She still enjoys travel, though. Along with costars Alain Delon and George Kennedy (plus wads of others in cameo appearances), Kristel plays a stewardess in the upcoming Concorde—Airport '79, the fourth film to be based on Arthur Hailey’s 1968 novel. Following that flighty excursion, Kristel has an even straighter role as second banana to Don Adams in The Return of Maxwell Smart, a feature based on the slapstick-spy TV series Get Smart. Kristel takes the role of Agent 34, made famous by Barbara Feldon (who was numbered 99).

Though Montreal super-kid René Simard is no longer the once-a-week heartthrob of the nation’s teeny-boppers, he will frolic back this fall for an episode of CBC TV’S The Beachcombers. Playing himself, Simard appears as a singing Wunderkind who wanders into tiny Gibson, B.C., in search of a vacation hideaway, only to be accosted by burly father-figure Bruno Gerussi, who has a song in his heart and an urgent desire for Simard to sing it. The 18year-old millionaire says he can’t remember much about Play It Again, written for the show by Marc Strange. “I learned it fast, but I forgot it fast also,” says Simard, who recently added shaving to his daily routine. Currently wrapping up a French-language album and preparing for a cross-country tour, he used the few days of West Coast filming to catch a real-life mini-vacation for himself. “They have a big organization and boats that go all the way into the water,” he chirped. “I was really surprised.”

Marsha Boulton