Randal Kleiser is not being billed as “one of the world’s most successful film directors” for nothing. The 36-year-old University of Southern California film school alumnus was standing behind the cameras when John Travolta electrified the air in Grease and Brooke Shields shed her designer jeans in The Blue Lagoon. Grease became the highest-grossing movie musical in history, and Lagoon was one of the biggest money-makers of 1980. Now, Kleiser is back with a new watery shot at the youth market called Summer Lovers. Produced for a mere $5.5 million, the film’s hype will likely talk every teenager this side of Peru out of half a week’s allowance to see three tanned youths fall in love with each other on the Greek islands. But Kleiser is unapologetic. “Most reviewers will probably say T hate it,’ ” he predicts, with more than a little foresight. “But it was completely made to be seen by a full house of young people, not in a screening room with five other critics.” Reflecting on his future, Kleiser talks about a romantic comedy with Travolta and Olivia Newton-John and then, perhaps, a “serious, human” film. “To get people to line up around the block for subjects worth dealing with—that’s a trick,” says he. That used to be known as success.

British Columbia’s opposition New Democratic Party has its own interpretation of the B.C. spirit, and it is anything but complimentary to Premier Bill Bennett. In response to last month’s tales of Socred spending on fancy cars, Broadway extravaganzas and high-priced meals, the NDP pro-

duced a glossy poster with a piglet sniffing Pouilly Fuissé, the $37.50-a-bottle stuff so loved by Consumer Affairs Minister Peter Hyndman. In the corner, beneath the piggie, is Bennett’s prized provincial logo and the phrase SO THAT’S THE SOCRED SPIRIT! Three thousand of what Bennett calls a “stupid little type of campaigning” have already been snatched up at $2 a pop. Soren Bech, the NDP’S director of communications, who designed the lampoon and borrowed the pig from a neighbor in Langley, B.C., says he has had suggestions for more posters. “People want to see the pig in the back of a limousine, with a top hat and a little button that says I LOVE NY.” But Bech thinks the point has been made. Besides, he says, “It is awfully hard to get a pig to do what you want it to do.” No double entendre intended.

Don’t mention the word “comeback” near Eric Burdon. A veteran of the “British invasion” of the 1960s, Burdon sang lead vocals with The Animals on a string of hits, including the classic House of the Rising Sun. But it has been more than a decade since he topped the charts with Spill the Wine. “I’ve been touring in Europe, especially West Germany,” explains the 41-yearold singer. “As far as I’m concerned, I’m always coming back.” In Canada last week on a nine-city tour, Burdon said that he has been busy writing music and making films. (Ironically, his latest release is a West German production about a burned-out rock star, called Comeback.) Although Burdon has received three new offers from what he calls respected, well-known Hollywood directors, his biggest thrill is still per-

forming. “Film, for all its greatness, is a dead medium, and so is recording,” he pronounces. “When I look at a guy like Chuck Berry, who is still writing and performing and is almost twice my age, I think it’s cool.”

It may not be a star-studded event in the catholic sense, but the marriage will support a cast of a few of the country’s more prominent people. On Saturday, July 31, in the afternoon, soon-to-be architect Peter Berton, 26, son of the journalistic Bertons, Pierre and Janet, will wed teacher Paula Kash, 26, daughter of famed contralto Maureen Forrester and violinist-conductor Eugene Kash, at the Berton home in Kleinburg, Ont. Abraham L. Feinberg, 82, the controversial rabbi emeritus of Toronto’s Holy Blossom Temple and author of Sex and the Pulpit, is flying in from his Reno, Nev., home to perform the mixed marriage. As might be expected, the outspoken rabbi has no qualms about the occasion: “With the intermingling in every aspect of society, there is bound to be intermarriage,” he says. When Forrester wed Kash in 1954 she converted to Judaism, but, so far, Peter has no similar plans. Feinberg, an old friend of the Bertons, believes that the majority of gentiles who marry Jews raise their children in the Jewish faith. “And they usually end up converting themselves because of the beauty of Jewish family life,” he says contentedly.

t took me eight years to go from .captain to deputy inspector and now, in one fell swoop, I’m chief of detectives,” laughed prime time’s favorite cop, Barney Miller aka Hal Linden, as he accepted the honorary award from Police Chief Jack Ackroyd in Toronto last week. Linden, 52, who is on permanent leave from the cancelled hit show Barney Miller, was in Toronto to help publicize the 100th anniversary of the

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Police Amateur Athletic Association. His arrival coincided nicely with the release of a $405,000 management study aimed at polishing the tarnished image of Metro’s finest. But Linden ruled out any connection.

“I’m here to run in a marathon, crown the new Miss Toronto and have some fun,” he averred. If running 10 km on a 27 C day is fun,

Linden had his share. In a field of about 250, he came in with a respectable time of 56 minutes,

20 seconds. Good goin’,


Pulp mill worker Sherman Hatt has

spent a lot of time at his cottage on Lake Utopia in New Brunswick, but he never worried about the century-old tale of a resident lake monster.

Now, Hatt, 48, is having second thoughts. One calm, clear evening a few weeks ago he, his wife and two friends sat on the beach and watched a strange something surface from the lake’s depths about a kilometre away.'Tt came out of the water, stayed on top for a couple of minutes and went down again,” says Hatt, who estimated the creature’s length at roughly three metres. “I’ve never seen anything like it before.” Neither had the two Micmac Indians who, in 1872, described the beast as “a fearful creature with a head as big as a puncheon [barrel].” Many other reports followed over the years, but the local scientific community never received any proof. Nevertheless, it is best to keep an open mind, says retired fisheries researcher Carl Medcof of nearby St. Andrews.'T don’t laugh at these things.”

With all the poise and grace that accompanies a career as a classical singer, Toronto mezzo-soprano Catherine Robbin, 31, is making a name for herself on the international stage. Fresh from rave reviews at Stratford, Ont., where she sang the role of Dido in Dido and Aeneas, Robbin is preparing for her first recording session, scheduled for England this fall, in which she will sing The Messiah with the famed Monteverdi Orchestra and Choir. After Christmas she will begin her third fiveweek tour of France. It is a demanding schedule for a woman who originally planned to become a speech pathologist. “I sang in high school plays, but I never knew anyone who made money singing,” she says. Ten years ago

friends persuaded her to try out as an extra with the Canadian Opera Company. “I pushed a cart across the stage in Carmen,” she recalls, and it immediately changed her life. Now, as a sought-after chanteuse in Europe and Canada, she is casting about for more work south of the border. Toronto may produce such stars as Teresa Stratas, but Robbin knows that New York holds the key to international recognition.

Conservative-about-town William F.

Buckley Jr. is a dedicated sailor who occasionally drops anchor in New Brunswick’s idyllic Saint John River. After a recent visit, Buckley wrote to the Saint John Telegraph-Journal praising local good Samaritans. He singled out one in particular, whom he dubbed The Angel of Craigs Point, for helping his party dispose of its shipboard garbage. The Angel finally recognized himself—and Buckley—in print and came forward to tell a different story. It seems that retired businessman Aubrey Pope, 67, intercepted three men as they were preparing to dump their debris onto his dock at the convenient promontory near Saint John. “I’m not very big but I can get ugly,” says Pope, who promptly ordered the intruders off. “I would have been glad to help,” he said, if it hadn’t been for their “arrogant attitude.” Pope was not counting on vindictiveness, too. Buckley wrapped up his letter with a message to all yachtsmen: don’t pass Craigs Point “without paying respect to its Angel” and leaving him your garbage.

If Edmonton businessman Dal Adam has his way, there will soon be a mutiny among Liberal MPs. The founder of the People’s Movement to Stop Trudeau is soliciting voters to put pressure on their Liberal MPs to cross the floor of the House. “There are so many unhappy Canadians,” says Adam, “that if a ground swell of any proportion develops, the government will never be able to withstand it.” Since establishing the group in mid-June, Adam says that he has received “oodles” of calls and letters of support. Last month 30 protesters, some wearing upside-down Canadian flags as armbands, chose Independent Bill Yurko’s Edmonton home as their first picket site. “I find this detestable,” Yurko says. “The fundamental principle being established here is the disturbance of private residence.” Another Edmontonian—real estate agent John Trueman—has a new scheme that Yurko may think is downright vile (as well as utterly illegal). He wants to collect $5 million in bribe money to persuade Pierre Trudeau to resign. “If it’s $5 million to the Liberal Party of Canada,” responded the PM, “then let’s sit down and talk.”