Marsha Boulton October 6 1980


Marsha Boulton October 6 1980


In The Shining, Shelley Duvall played hysterical for nine months while Jack Nicholson lobbed around with a hatchet. But apparently hysteria was easier on the bones than playing Olive Oyl to Robin Williams’ Popeye in the Robert Altman film about the spinach-eating sea salt. “My Olive Oyl wig took three hours a day just to get it on and they tied it in place with 92 hairpins,” complains Duvall. “Then I had to crane my neck out of place like the drawings in the funny papers until I dislocated it.” Duvall managed to avoid injury in her recent film work on Time Bandits with John Cleese and Sean Connery. It’s the story of a young boy who travels through time, and Duvall plays a character named Pansy who appears in various centuries and situations ranging from Robin Hood’s Sherwood Forest to the bridge of the Titanic. Next Duvall will don extralarge thumbs to play the metaphysical hitch-hiker in the Tom Robbins cult classic Even Cowgirls Get the Blues.

On his current album, Humans, bornagain folk-singer Bruce Cockburn has a song titled How I Spent My Fall Vacation, but it’s about last year’s holiday in Europe. This year Cockburn’s fall

vacation was spent paddling and portaging 520 km down the Ogilvie and Peel Rivers in the Yukon with five white-water canoeists. “We knew how hard it was going to be, but he was fairly naïve,” says fellow voyager and outdoors photographer Pat Morrow. Along with his 70-lb. pack, Cockburn also carried his precious handmade Lavarie guitar, which he used for campfire serenades. “We couldn’t understand why he didn’t just bring along a

throwaway plastic guitar instead of taking the chance of having the thing dumped in the river,” says Morrow. But apparently Cockburn was making notes on a sequel song to last year’s vacation ditty.

ii^here’s just too much drug-taking, I drinking and partying in Los Angeles, so I’m moving back to Canada,” explains comedian John Candy, 29, who is home again after appearing in 191+1 and The Blues Brothers with friends Dan Aykroyd and John Belushi. The temptations of Smog City visibly exude from the former Second City performer, who is trying to shed 60 lbs. Candy confesses that late-night carousing and munching are his main excesses, and that “when the booze is flowing and free it is difficult to say no.” This fall, Candy has a new CTV-NBC show called Big City Comedy. Guests include such celebrities as McLean Stevenson, Martin Mull and Margaret Trudeau who, Candy says, along with superbly playing a damsel in distress also took a pie in the face.

Darryl Hastings of Rochester, Mich., works 11-hour days as a used-computer broker. So when he and firefighter friend Richard Mielke decided to take a three-week hunting vacation at Spatsizi Plateau Wilderness Park in B.C., Hastings hoped to really escape from workday pressures. Instead, he and Mielke found themselves the victims of nonstop harassment by a group of Greenpeaceniks who visited their camp daily with cameras, microphones and name-calling lung power. Park authorities and the RCMP advised the pair not to bother the Greenpeace agitators. “They’d shout at us asking ‘Why are you hunting these bighorn ‘sheep?’ ” ex-

plains Hastings. “But we were hunting stone sheep. Here they are trying to talk about dwindling numbers and big bad game hunters and they didn’t even know anything about the species.” Hastings and Mielke each paid about $1,000 in licensing fees to hunt for their prized stone rams, and Hastings estimates the total cost of the vacation at more than $10,000. The Greenpeacers even followed their quarry to the Vancouver airport for a “send-off.” “They followed us around saying nasty things about our families and our sexual virility,” says Hastings, who nevertheless claims to have enjoyed his holiday. “About the only bad thing I said back at those rabble-rousers was ‘at least we don’t wear ponytails like you guys.’ ”

When Roger Abbott, Dave Broadfoot, Don Ferguson, Luba Goy and John Morgan got together to do some radio comedy eight years ago, they certainly didn’t expect to be doing the same thing in 1980. But the Royal Canadian Air Farce’s weekly comedy show has be£ come a staple for thousands of loyal 5 CBC-Radio listeners. With their breezy £ imaginations, zany humor and off-thewall barbs, the Air Farce has milked sacred cows from Ottawa to hockey, g Originally a satirical company, Air 1 Farce members have developed a gala lery of mainstay alter egos including Sergeant Renfrew, Bobby Clobber and Pastor Quagmire. “Our comedy has become more positive,” claims Don Ferguson, the voice of Pierre Trudeau, Joe Clark and Professor Wombat. “We used to do put-downs, now we do send-ups and the material is less topical.” With the new season of Air Farce shows taped, a new collection of their best stuff titled The Air Farce Book in bookstores and an old record called The Air Farce Comedy Album in the disc bins, the company is now beginning its first national theatrical tour, which will take them east this fall and west in the winter. The show features such memorable scenes as angst in the House of Commons cafeteria and an airline hijacking by God. “Comedy doesn’t have to make a point,” admits John Morgan.

Handling breasts is a touchy subject. But husband/wife coauthors Daphna Ayalah and Isaac J. Weinstock

interviewed 300 American women about that very issue for their book titled (what else?)—Breasts. A montage of women’s breasts from adolescence to old age, the book also presents accounts of how their breasts have affected these women’s lives. “It’s an attempt to show women who fall far short of the Playboy stereotype that they aren’t abnormal,” explained Montreal-born Ayalah. The project started nearly five years ago as part of an art project. “Women would

talk about their breasts for hours,” says Ayalah, who is baffled by resistance to the book in theU.S. women’s media. “Breasts is obviously one of the dirty words,” suggests Weinstock. On Oct. 22, CBC’s Take 30 will air a panel discussion with the pair — a strip-tease artist, a breast-reduction-surgery patient, a boutique owner who caters to mastectomy patients and a model. Hostess Hana Gartner was nonplussed by the potentially controversial subject. “I look at hips,” she shrugged.

Though 90-year-old Rose Kennedy’s domination of America’s first clan is undeniable, it was her husband, Joe, who brought home the family’s bacon. Kennedy, who died in 1969 at age 81, built up the family fortune during the 1920s in Hollywood, where he was responsible for studio mergers and stock operations. He also entered into a “partnership” in 1928 with actress Gloria Swanson to produce an ill-fated venture called Queen Kelly, featuring Swanson as a convent-educated orphan who later apprenticed for life in a brothel. The film was never released and Swanson and Kennedy took a $3million loss. In the midst of all of this effort-for-naught, Swanson claims she and Kennedy had a love affair, and she

reveals all in three chapters of her biog§ raphy, Swanson on Swanson, which will | be published in November. Last week, ^ Rose Kennedy entered a Boston hos-1 pital for an intestinal operation and the g family is said to have been particularly | anxious that magazines and newspa5 pers carrying news about her husband’s °philandering not reach her.

The honorable member from Hamilton-Wentworth, Geoff Scott, announced last week that “the bushes are being beaten” to make Pierre Trudeau the next secretary-general of the United Nations. In a statement fraught with unnamed sources credited with “very reliable, extremely reliable information,” Scott contends that “close friends of Pierre Trudeau, notably Michael Manley of Jamaica and Helmut Schmidt of West Germany, have been helping Canada’s prime minister comb the sticks among the Third World and European nations for Mr. Trudeau’s candidacy as UN secretary-general.” Though Scott, a Tory, admitted he was “speculating,” he did suggest that next year’s seven-nation economic summit in Ottawa might be the opportunity Trudeau has been waiting for to make his “grand finale.”

Marsha Boulton