PEOPLE

PEOPLE

MARSHA BOULTON March 23 1981
PEOPLE

PEOPLE

MARSHA BOULTON March 23 1981

PEOPLE

MARSHA BOULTON

"I asked myself, ‘How do you go about getting a date with the prime minister?’ and then I just decided to call him up and ask for one,” explains actress Kim Cattrall, 24, a Vancouver native who attended the Genie Awards last week in Toronto with Pierre Trudeau. Cattrall met the prime minister at the December opening of the film Tribute, in which she co-stars with Jack Lemmon and Robby Benson. The pair hit it off and have been “in touch” ever since by telephone between Ottawa and Cattrall’s home in Los Angeles. “He’s certainly a dream of a date. Very charming, kind and a total gentleman,” says Cattrall, who provided her date with the $100-a-person tickets, which she got free as a presenter. After the awards, the couple went to dinner and wound up the evening at the afterGenie party where they partook of “a little cha-cha and a little waltz.”

Sentiments sweet, I have been on the verge,/To write in your album, my dear Miss Roberge. So begin the eight lines of verse that may mean William Lyon Mackenzie King will take his rightful place in Canadian letters—perhaps between Sarah Binks, the sweet songstress of Saskatchewan, and James McIntyre, the cheese poet of Guelph, Ont. The lines, found in a 1931 letter to his young friend and escort Madeleine Roberge, will be auctioned next month in Toronto in a packet of King memorabilia including another letter (without verse) and signed portraits. “It’s just doggerel,” opines David Ewens of Canada Book Auctions. “It should bring in between $300 to $400—or much more if it really takes off.” However, since King

droppers,” says Whale. Listeners discover such exotic trivia as the fact that plastics came from a man who was trying to make a better pool ball. But perhaps the farthest-fetched item Whale has come across involved the legality of a will painted by a dying farmer on the side of his cow. The answer, in Saskatchewan, at least: probate and honor it.

After a string of successes and awards, director Guy Sprung (Les Canadiens and Balconville) felt confident that an association with the perennially disappointing Toronto Argonauts wouldn’t flaw his direction of the sports-politics drama The Team. Though David Williamson’s play deals with Australian football, Sprung felt

is not known as a poet, lines like, The best of good wishes, please let it bring/From your friend you know as Mackenzie King, will leave scholars wondering whether he had the knack of satirist—or was just plain bad.

Putting brain waves on the airwaves has made broadcasterturned-information-officer Kim Whale a winner. From his tiny University of Victoria, B.C., office, the 44-year-old Whale produces an hour-long syndicated interview show heard on 190 stations, including Tuktoyaktuk, N.W.T., with the sole purpose of making the dusty doings of science and esotericaridden academia listenable entertainment for the layman. “I won’t use people who are pompous or stuffy or name-

that a few pointers from Argo linemen Rick Kalvaitis and Rusty Brown, offensive centre Al MacLean and defensive back Steve Ackroyd would serve the purpose of authenticity. The Argos became so enthusiastic that they offered to tend bar after the play’s opening in Toronto this week. “Australian football is different from ours,” says Sprung, noting the use of a round ball. “And Australians, of course, are noted for their crazed and drunken nature, but other than that there’s no basic difference. It’s all about thumping the opposition and moving the ball up and down a field.”

Garth Scheuer wants into the fantasy lives of famous Canadians for a book that the 35-year-old Toronto fashion photographer is preparing. Toller Cranston did a dramatic session in the buff caressing his collection of wooden angels. “He understood instinc-

tively what I was talking about,” says Scheuer, who tries to get his subjects to “get away from their stereotypes.” Director Norman Jewison, posed in tender scenes with his livestock, let it be known that he would rather be on a farm than behind a movie camera. And guitarist Liona Boyd liked her romantic fantasy of living in a castle so much that she wants to use it on her next record album cover. Glenn Gould, Anne Murray, Pierre Trudeau and Conrad Black are also on Scheuer’s list. “What I’m doing is the exact opposite of what Yousuf Karsh does so well,” says Scheuer. “I don’t want the public image. I want their personal image of themselves, because that’s the thing that captures the continuity in their lives.”

There are moments when this country needs a troubleshooter—a blunt instrument—and, by heavens, it’s going to have one,” says M, the single-consonant head of the British secret service, when he takes responsibility for reinstating Agent 007’s licence to kill in the new James Bond book, Licence Renewed. The original spythriller author, Ian Fleming, died in 1964, and the new series of three Bond books is being written by author John Gardner—ex-soldier, ex-alcoholic, extheatre critic and creator of the satirical spy series starring blunderer Boysie Oakes. Beautiful women, cute gadgets and mad scientists remain part of the formula, but Bond has definitely taken a turn toward the middle class. For example, Bond now smokes low-tar cigarettes, has cut back his alcohol intake and has replaced his petrol-hungry Bentley with a Saab 900 Turbo. And, though he handily averts nuclear holocaust, the famous lover spends one lonely night footsteps away from a smashing blonde named Lavender Peacock—who rewards him with a kiss for his good manners.

t’s still parka weather up there, .but it’s nice now that the sun’s come back,” says Cheryl Fennell, census commissioner for the Nunatsiaq region of the Northwest Territories. “Up there” is Grise Fiord, the northernmost community on the continent, where Fennell will be travelling later this month. Described as “the first stop on Santa’s route,” Grise is 1,550 km from the North Pole and has an estimated 80 people, most of whom will move inland for the summer season, well before the official June 3 national head count is under way. The trip, by small plane, will take Fennell from her home in Cambridge Bay, through Resolute and on up to Grise. The weekend will cost $1,800. “But there’s always the chance of getting weathered in,” says Fennell. “Then we just wait, eat caribou and bannock and more caribou.”

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With Charlie ’s Angels now a thing of the past, the sexploitation TV market has been grappling with a host of newcomers, and welcomes 23-yearold Donna Dixon, star of the cloyingly titled Bosom Buddies, with open arms. In her first acting role, the former Miss Virginia plays a competent nurse by day and aspiring dancer by night. Dixon doesn’t deny that her role is “sexy,” but she claims the image has nothing to do with what she really is like. “I guess I’ve always been a tomboy,” she says. “After all, I was the only person in my school to quit the cheerleaders to join the field-

hockey team.”

Ottawa’s Committee for the Removal of Artistic Pollution (CRAP) cheered victoriously last year after the Canada Council Art Bank agreed to remove 11 modern sculptures from the city’s scenic Rockcliffe Parkway. “These things were so bad we were calling for vigilante groups to lie down in front of lawn mowing equipment so the grass could grow high enough to cover them,” says CRAP President Ray Stone. But this month two of the works of ill repute— Untitled by John Nugent and Cascade III by Andrew Dutkewych—resurfaced in front of the new Revenue Canada building in St. John’s, Nfld., where taxation director Gerry J. Brown says they’re quite welcome. Stone says he’s already negotiating for an Atlantic chapter of CRAP. Brown is not concerned: “Five or six people can get together and dislike anything.”

-EDITED BY MARSHA BOULTON