PEOPLE

PEOPLE

MARSHA BOULTON February 16 1981
PEOPLE

PEOPLE

MARSHA BOULTON February 16 1981

PEOPLE

Pierre Trudeau and his federal Liberals can stop nail-biting over a fragmented Canada as far as B.C.’s Tom May is concerned. May has come up with what may be the patriotic equivalent of the Pet Rock—Canadian Unity Spray at $2.99 a crack. Each non-aerosol can puffs a woodsy scent reminiscent of maple leaves. Since its introduction last month he has sold 11,000 cans bearing the label PEOPLE WHO SPRAY TOGETHER, STAY TOGETHER. The buyer is also advised to spray liberally in the West and conservatively in the East. A double dose is urged for separatists, both the Quebec and western varieties.

When Hungary’s world-champion skaters, Christina Regöczy, 25,

and András Sallay, 27, met at an outdoor rink in their native Budapest 15 years ago, they melted the ice by casting prepubescent cow eyes at one another. “I

told my coach if I don’t get that girl, I’ll quit skating,” recalls Sallay. The happily-ever-after partnership peaked last year when the pair won the worldchampionship ice dancing title in Dortmund, West Germany, picked up a silver medal at the Lake Placid Winter Olympics and signed a top-billing professional contract with the opulent U.S. Ice Follies. Though they taped a Stars on Ice segment for CTV and are dreaming of doing their own special together, the team arrangement is not permanent. “We love each other a lot,” says Regöczy, but she plans at some point to pursue a solo dental career in Hungary.

Novelist John Steinbeck would be amazed at the doings on Cannery Row these days. His 1945 book is being made into a film by MGM and was to have starred, among others, 40-year-old Raquel Welch as Suzy DeSoto, a drifter

who falls into the tender embraces of co-star Nick Nolte. But then, just before last Christmas, MGM suddenly canned Welch and replaced her with Debra Winger of Urban Cowboy fame. Welch, not amused at being fired, brought a $24,578,888 suit against the studio last week for slander, loss of earnings, various punitive damages and “emotional distress.” But life continues apace on Cannery Row, though the brouhaha set the filming back 10 days. In the meantime, the distressed Welch flew to Mexico with new husband Andre Weinfeld for a holiday—first-class.

The Canadian embassy in Paris is in the final throes of a $12.5-million renovation that will join the present building to an adjacent one, grouping 90 per cent of all its services a stone’s throw away from the Champs Elysées in the high-rent district on Av-

enue Montaigne. Across the street is the salon of Christian Dior and next door is the fashionable workplace of couturier Nina Ricci. With about 70 per cent of the official Canadians in Paris already installed, embassy employees are confident that an official opening in the summer will be possible, perhaps in the courtyard area, which will be done up as a garden. At present, little is evident behind construction parapets covered with French advertising. And the plaque marking the entrance to the office complex is enough to cause any patriot some embarrassment. Engraved on a bronze plaque are the words “Ambassade du Canada” and neatly printed below sits “Canadian Ambassy.” The offending “A” has been temporarily covered with a hardware store variety plastic“E”.“The French don’t know how to spell English very well,” admitted unofficial spokesman and press attaché Yves Margrass. “But I lived in British Columbia for a while and you would be surprised how poorly they spell French.”

eople go to horror films to confront their own fears, espeon death,” says Canadian ma-

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cabre schlockmeister David Cronenberg, whose movie Scanners is cleaning up at the box-office though it bottomed out with the critics. The most-talked-about moment in the film involves the explosion of a head as the result of a thought battle between two telepathic mutants. Cronenberg, who is a master at smearing blood and guts, tried all sorts of exploding head gimmicks before achieving the perfect effect. Using a plastic moulded face, special-effects people simply shot the back of the head off with a shotgun. Says Cronenberg: “Every time I make a horror movie, I’m rehearsing my own death.”

People come up to me all the time and ask me if they work,” says Don Bonham, 40, who creates aeronautical angels out of fibre glass and aluminum. Describing himself as a “20thcentury landscape artist,” Bonham’s sculptures combine the female form with the technology of manned flight, and while a creation such as his Twin Prop Pusher 1977A looks as though it could glide through the air with the greatest of ease, they simply don’t work as anything but art. “I build ’em, I don’t fly ’em,” says Bonham, who has been creating a series of five “angels” over the past five years, working at his To-

ronto studio and in a hangar near Tallahassee, Fla. “I’m very lucky, I suppose,” muses Bonham. “In my fantasies I can see the angels flying.” In the meantime, he is firmly rooted to the ground and refuses to ride in an airplane.

We’re going to have a lot of fun in the weeks and months ahead,” began 49-year-old Rafe Mair, who debuted as Vancouver’s newest radio talk-show host last week with a telephone interview with Joe Clark. Mair, the former minister of health in Premier Bill Bennett’s shaky Social Credit government, resigned from his $28,000a-year cabinet post last month to become the AM morning mouth for CJOR at an estimated $92,750 a year. Last week he also resigned his $22,000 job as an MLA to devote himself full-time to talking. Politically, Mair can mire himself with impunity, since he says he has no interest in returning to politics. “To be what?” he asks. “A senior cabinet minister in the provincial government? I’ve done that already. To go to Ottawa? Who in hell would want to go to Ottawa? What kind of a prospect is that?” Mair may have jumped from politics to show business, but early in his on-air

career he discovered that the two are intertwined. One of the station’s sponsors is the British Columbia Medical Association, which is running a radio campaign putting forward their side of a fees dispute they are having with the ministry of health—Mair’s old portfolio.

Despite some recent and lamentable flirtations with commercialism, the ancient and honorable game of cricket remains the domain of gentlemen throughout much of the English-speaking world. All the more shocking, then, when Australian captain Greg Chappell instructed his brother Trevor to bowl underarm in the last over of a World Cup match between Australia and New Zealand last week. With New Zealand needing six runs to tie the match, Trevor rolled an ungentlemanly, if legal, ball along the ground that could not be struck for the necessary points. The low blow gave Australia a 2 to 1 lead in the best-of-five series. Official reaction was swift. New Zealand Prime Minister Robert Muldoon described the delivery as “an act of cowardice.” Even Australian PM Malcolm Fraser called Chappell’s directive a “serious mistake.” Newspapers across Australia denounced Chappell, and former Australian fast bowler Keith Miller raged that “cricket died with Greg Chappell’s action and he, as a captain, should be buried with it.” A contrite Chappell, who will be allowed to keep the captaincy despite his moral lapse, says he wouldn’t do it again.

Memories of Ronald Reagan’s association with Bonzo were recalled last week as his pal and former chief of staff, William Clark, 49, went before the Senate Foreign Relations Committee seeking endorsement as deputy secretary of state under Alexander Haig Jr. Law school flunk-out Clark, whom Reagan had appointed to the California Supreme Court when he was governor, fudged on his views of foreign aid and nuclear nonproliferation, confessed he didn’t know the precise meaning of “words like détente” and was totally stumped when asked to name the leaders of South Africa and Zimbabwe. Summing up the purpose of foreign policy as “peace through strength,” however, seemed to be enough for the Republican-dominated committee, which supported him 10 to 4. “This is not the place to learn on the job,” suggested outraged Democrat committee member Joseph Biden. In the Netherlands, Amsterdam’s daily, Volkskrant, summed it up with the headline: “Reagan chooses nitwit as minister.”

MARSHA BOULTON