People

Marsha Boulton November 10 1980

People

Marsha Boulton November 10 1980

People

Legend suggests that King Arthur’s mentor, Merlin the magician, was the son of an incubus—an evil spirit that comes in the night, taking human form to procreate. But who would suspect that a fresh-faced woman in 20th-century TV ads for everything from air freshener to sugarless gum would also turn out to be the daughter of a dreaded creepy-crawly. Rural Ontario-raised actress Kerrie Keane accepts her first film role, as the incubus in the film Incubus, without a shiver or a shake, even though much of the filming has taken place in a Guelph, Ont., house that is said to have ghosts of its own. “I’ve lucked into working with all the best Johns in the business. How could I possibly be afraid?” says Keane, referring to her co-stars John Cassavetes and John Ireland, and director John Hough. Known in North America for her hostess role in the TV science series What Will They Think of Next?, Keane is enjoying playing a role that has nothing to do with physics or biology and everything to do with horror. “I’ve suffered from nightmares all my life,” says the self-confessed horror “freak.” “It’s nice to be able to share that.”

ííB*or me The Poles will never die. ■ Never. Never. Never,” emphasizes artist-singer and confirmed member of the punk vanguard Michaele Jordana, 29, who surfaced in late 1977 as a Pole and is now on the loose as herself. Born Michaele Berman, Jordana studied art and piano in Winnipeg before moving to Toronto, where she took a variety of jobs from waitressing to window dressing. Painting followed, and under the influence of an Arctic expedition Jordana produced canvas visions of Inuit life, ice and whales. With the release

of her album Romance at the Roxy, Jordana hopes to make her impact felt outside punk and art circles. Pink from aubergine and bordeaux-colored tints, her hair is kinked and matted in a manner she considers reminiscent of Hungarian sheep dogs. “Women in rock ’n’ roll are like the women in the movies in the late 1940s,” she explains. “You’ve got to be able to sing, to write and you got to be able to look good.”

Even the furry creatures of the forest cannot escape the nefarious sidewinding of Dallas' J.R. Ewing. While the rest of the world awaits the answer to “Who shot J.R.?” on Nov. 21, organizers of the British Columbia Wildlife Federation annual dinner next week are embroiled in the meaty question of actor Larry Hagman’s purported switch to vegetarianism. In a November Playboy interview, Hagman says that a nonmeat diet made him feel better and reduced his body odor. “I understand he does eat meat, is something of a gourmet and likes exotic food,” advises Terry Simmons, executive assistant to Federation Executive Director Bill Otway, who claims to have personally enjoyed venison from the Hagman table. The $100aplate dinner will feature moose, deer and other wilderness morsels for 450 guests, many of whom have seen Hagman at every dinner since 1976, where he waives his engagement fee—currently $40,000.

Lady Diana Spencer, the blonde 19year-old kindergarten teacher most recently touted as top contender to sashay down the aisle with Prince Charles, is already showing her flair for the sport of kings. Undaunted by Fleet Street photos catching her petticoatless against the sun and a rumored rivalry over her between Charles and 20-yearold Prince Andrew, Lady Diana recently accompanied the Prince of Wales to the Ludlow Races to watch him ride in an amateur event. Charles jumped 18

fences on his bay gelding, Allibar, finishing second. Perhaps remembering how her sister Lady Sarah Spencer was

dropped from the royal possibility list three years ago after giving a reporter a full account of a regal skiing trip, Lady Diana would only say she bet on Charles—and, with 10 to 1 odds, probably did rather well.

Nobody, but nobody, calls Richard Nixon “Dick,” Nixon revealed last week. Not even top aides or close friends could use “Dick” or “Richard” after he became president. “Even my close friends like Bebe Rebozo, for example, do not refer to me that way,” Nixon told an interviewer. In the same week, Nixon was called a “war criminal” and a “liar” by courtroom spectators after he gave testimony in a federal court indicating that he believed the director of the FBI had direct authority from the president to authorize break-ins in the interest of national security. The testimony concerned the case of two former FBI officials charged with violating the civil rights of members of the Weather Underground during the early 1970s. Nixon’s subdued response to the spectators’ name-calling was to arch his famous eyebrow in the general direction of Judge William Bryant.

If lost, hurt or frightened, Justin, Sacha and Michel Trudeau of 24 Sussex Drive know where to go. Their nearest neighbor, Canada’s first lady, Lily Schreyer, proudly posted an official Block Parent sign in her window this week—even if Rideau Hall, on its 88-acre tract, is the only house on the block.

{(I’m rehearsing all of them, so that it Icomes out just right—no laughing, no smirks, just the facts,” explains artist, entrepreneur and now restaurateur Charles Pachter. The staff rehearsals Pachter is conducting are in preparation for the opening of Gracie’s, his nouveau “art dreckeau” food emporium in Toronto. And the offending laughter and smirks have something to do with the distinctly tongue-in-cheek titles for certain dishes. Artichokes Atwood, Eggs Pierre Berton, The Canadian Establishment Hamburger and Northrop Fries just bring a hospitable grin to the waiter’s face. “The problem is the Joe Clark platter,” says Pachter. “They simply can’t laugh when they tell people it’s really smoked turkey.”

Bad weather was the last thing movie producer Wayne Fenske expected to worry about while shooting Doug Henning’s movie version of The Magic Show because the entire film is shot indoors with live audiences. But Henning, the Canadian magician whose grand illusions are celebrated around the world, had an engagement in LakeTahoe, Nev., and the Toronto film shoot was held up while the magic props spent three days snowbound in Wyoming. The film’s Emmy Award-winning director, Norman Campbell, commented wryly: “We all kept wishing that Doug would just make the snowstorm disappear!”

The question of what a cult creator should look like was answered last week when Even Cowgirls Get the Blues author Tom Robbins took to the podium of Toronto’s Harbourfront to read and answer questions. His moustache was trimmed, his hair decidedly blow-dried and his shoes had clear plastic soles. Sounding a bit like Jack Kerouac or Richard Brautigan reborn as a southern data-form salesman, Robbins fielded questions after reading from his new book, Still Life With Woodpecker, which charts the amorous adventures of a cheerful red-haired terrorist with a passion for Twinkies. What does a counterculture hero do about writer’s block? “I walk around it,” advised Robbins, who also admitted to reading Anaïs Nin “because she’s juicy.” He also confessed to translating a Chinese poem with a dictionary. It ended up reading: “When you are in a situation where you are asked a question you can’t answer, clear your mind and cluck like a chicken.” Robbins left his audience with a reminder from Franz Kafka that “a book must be the axe for the frozen sea within us.”

For U.S. Brig.-Gen. Anthony McAuliffe,

the truest words in the 125th anniversary edition of Bartlett's Familiar Quotations could well be those of Roman emperor and philosopher Marcus Aurelius: “All is ephemeral — fame and the famous as well.” McAuliffe, who found fame with “Nuts!”, his one-word reply to a German demand for surrender at the Battle of the Bulge, has been edited out of posterity. He has been replaced by such contemporary quotables as media magus Marshall McLuhan (“The medium is the message”) and Mario Puzo (“I’ll make him an offer he can’t refuse”). Explains Executive Editor Winthrop M. Hodges: “Mr. Bartlett said the quotations had to be familiar and worthy of note—we’ve just changed the ‘and’ to an ‘or.’” So with a mere switch of conjunction, master of the bon mot Thomas Love Peacock has been severely trimmed in favor of Muhammad Ali’s “Fly like a butterfly, sting like a bee.” Edited by Marsha Boulton