Showing posts with label Alexis Smith. Show all posts
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Thursday, September 5, 2019

Top Ten Anniversary: Favorite Movie Bitches

Let's face it... This post could have been simply ten Joan Crawford or Faye Dunaway roles (or split down the middle!) I reined it in so that some other gals could have a turn in the spotlight. Amazing as it may sound, I don't have Stella Stevens' Linda Rogo of The Poseidon Adventure (1972) on here even though I worship and adore her. Despite her (very!) rough edges, I don't really think of her as a bitch, at least not the way Stevens inhabited her. (The Linda in the book surely was an unmitigated one!) I also don't have Eleanor Parker's Baroness Schraeder of The Sound of Music (1965) on the list because I also don't consider her one either, even with some of her sarcasm and manipulations firmly in place. She knows when she's licked and responds gracefully. Carving the list down to ten was, as usual, difficult. But here we are in alphabetical order of their character's names.
AMANDA FARROW of The Best of Everything (1959) -- Rona Jaffe's novel of young career women facing the perils of office employment (and the wolves lying in wait to steal their virtue) was made into a plush romantic melodrama and on hand to show the kids how it's done was a recently widowed Joan Crawford as the tough-as-nails female exec. She orders Suzy Parker around like a slave, bites off Diane Baker's head ("Shut up, shut up, SHUT UP!") and squares off against ambitious newbie Hope Lange. When Lange gingerly asks Crawford if she wants some comments "typed," she replies, "No... Beat it out on a native drum." Hardened from years of enduring her own boardroom battles, she finds solace in a married lover once a week, but when that begins to sour she hysterically tells him off over the phone, ending with the immortal line, "Now you and your rabbit-faced wife can both go to hell!" There isn't a wasted line, glance or gesture in the film from Miss C., who turned a barely-there character from the novel into an unforgettably steely and formidable antagonist for the film, yet she still has a certain amount of humanity and dignity in the end. And, like a couple of the ladies here, one can't help wondering if she isn't right more often than not.
CORA HALLETT of The Little Girl Who Lives Down the Lane (1976) -- With this film and the hooty Jacqueline Susann's Once is Not Enough (1978), Alexis Smith turned me into a life-long fan. Jodie Foster is almost the whole show (along with a slimy Martin Sheen) in this creepy thriller, but for the brief moments that Smith is on-screen as an imperious landlady, the screen crackles with tension and animosity. Again, there is not a single frame of Smith's performance that isn't completely on board with what she's there to do and she creates some really fun antagonistic fireworks with her fourteen year-old adversary.  Haughty, imperious and harboring certain secrets and fears, she's an uppity, busy-body bitch, but she has her reasons to be wary.
ESTELLE ANDERSON of Madame X (1966) -- The key word that comes to mind is brittle for this dragon-lady mother-in-law. Constance Bennett's voice is brittle, her reed-thin body seems brittle and oh, that hair! As the iron-willed matriarch of a powerful family with political aspirations (methinks at least part of this role was inspired by Rose Kennedy!), Bennett came out of a twelve-year retirement to make Lana Turner's life hell. Friendly for maybe a hot second, she soon betrays her instant loathing of the new wife her son John Forsythe has brought to the family mansion. My great love of grande dame, above-it-all, highly manipulative characters of this ilk probably stemmed from watching Bennett drive the unwanted pest out of her life with vigor and venom. Even with all this, she brings conviction to a moment near the finale where the regret for what she's done shows through. It's a wondrous performance from someone who was once the highest-paid actress in Hollywood and a major star thirty-years prior, yet who in fact was brittle enough that she never even lived long enough to see the film released!
HELEN JORGENSON of A Summer Place (1959) -- "I've read about how the Swedes bathe together and... and have trial marriages and free love. I've read all about that. Anything goes." Thus saith the sexually frigid and repressed mother to Sandra Dee as played by the estimable Constance Ford. This hilariously simmering Bitter Betty has all sorts of great moments as she frets over clean toilet seats and sneers at frowsy alleged "harlot" Dorothy McGuire. Then there's the "merry" Christmas during which she slaps Dee into their pitiful plastic tree, something only a real ogre could do. The sequence in which she insists that her poor daughter be inspected by a doctor for proof of her virginity is probably a teen girl version of Dustin Hoffman going to the dentist in The Marathon Man (1976!) My own favorite moment is when impudent Troy Donahue tells her that if she hurts Dee again, he'll kill her! I think it would take more than Troy to take down this brawny battle axe.
HELEN LAWSON of Valley of the Dolls (1967) -- The rock-hard Broadway musical veteran was intended to be played by Judy Garland, but when the wheels came off of that troubled situation, Miss Susan Hayward was immediately called in and somehow managed to embody the fire-breathing gorgon as if she'd been studying the part for months. Like Joan Crawford before her, Hayward showed the three young ladies who were starring in the film what it meant to be a powerful presence on-screen. Virtually every line that growlingly slips out of her smoky mouth is a quotable hoot. "The only hit that comes out of a Helen Lawson show is Helen Lawson, and that's ME, baby, remember?," "Neely hasn't got that hard core like me. She never learned to roll with the punches," "You oughtta know... you just got out of the nuthouse" and, of course, "Broadway doesn't go for booze and dope!" The whack-a-doodle lip-sync to (Margaret Whiting's rendition of) "I'll Plant My Own Tree" is splendiferously awful, but only adds to the fun.
KAREN WALLACE of Airport '77 (1977) -- In this movie, Lee Grant is probably the most selfish character imaginable. She's also one of the most audacious and hilarious to behold. When the luxury plane she's on with her agricultural scientist husband (Christopher Lee) crashes below the surface of the Atlantic Ocean, she looks at him and says, "What's going to happen to me?" Uh... ME, not US! Ha ha! She does care for him in a possessive, grasping fashion, but isn't above dallying with his hunky associate Gil Gerard. When she's not insulting Lee's endowment by comparing it to toy-size liquor bottles, she's telling dewy Kathleen Quinlan to "move your ass, dear." After trying to extort sex out of Gerard lest she tell her husband about them, he accuses her of blackmailing him. Her response? "Well... Who else have I got to blackmail? I don't get to fool around that much," as if she is required to blackmail someone and he's all there is handy! One of the highlights is when she, in a state of abject shock, decides to put her purse on her arm and open the watertight door to the plane! Brenda Vaccaro attempts to stop her and starts getting pounded by a deranged Grant until finally in retaliation and defense she socks her in the jaw and drops her to the floor!
LIZ SAXON of Back Street (1961) --Although Lee Grant was a good primer, I think it was Vera Miles in this film who truly taught me what a shrew was! She's just positively awful to her gorgeous husband John Gavin, though it's likely that she has somehow sensed all along that his heart never fully belonged to her, but to a wartime lover (Susan Hayward) he lost due to a misunderstanding. Once he's rekindled his affection for Hayward, all bets are off where the already venomous (and drunken) Miles is concerned. She thinks it's fine to carry on with a ski instructor, but God forbid he pay any attention to another woman. She pulls out every stop from threatening suicide to using the children to outright going off the deep end near the climax. But her finest hour is when she realizes that the woman her husband is devoted to is the very fashion designer whose show is happening right in her social circle. She bleats out of the winning bid on Hayward's showpiece wedding dress and then publicly announces that it be sent to woman her husband "keeps on some back street!" It's a sterling piece of melodramatic cinema that I could watch endlessly. Fun fact: one year prior, Miles and Gavin played devoted cohorts in Alfred Hitchcock's Psycho (1960), but here are at each other's throats most of the time.
MILADY DeWINTER of The Three/Four Musketeers (1973/1974) -- Faye Dunaway was the first movie star I ever recognized as such. As a dunderheaded seven year-old, I figured that every movie had its own unique cast and that was it, but after seeing The Three Musketeers and obtaining the paperback tie-in novel, I knew her name. When that name showed up in 1974's The Towering Inferno, my love of seeing stars paired up in all sorts of ways was born. But my love of deep-seeded villainy came with the truly deplorable Milady DeWinter, who let nothing lie in the way of what she wanted (or secrets she wanted to protect.) Dazzling to look at in a series of stunning Yvonne Blake finery, she was one dangerous cookie to try to crumble. At the end of the first film, she tells Charlton Heston's Cardinal Richelieu, "Your Eminence is a great player - great enough to lose. I do not like to lose," thus setting up the second part of the story, which was her revenge on the musketeers for thwarting her plans to disgrace Queen Anne. Having returned to France from arranging an assassination, she tells her lover, "I reek of England and Calvinism" and turns her attention to "the slut Bonancieux," played by Raquel Welch. I've yet to see any actress come close to the level that Dunaway achieved in this famous and much-filmed role.
REMY GRAFF of Earthquake (1974) -- "God-DAMMIT!" says Miss Ava Gardner at the opening of this film (oh, excuse me, this "Event" as the ads said!) and she never looks back from there. She pleads and grasps and commands and claws her way through the whole catastrophe as her screen time continues to sadly diminish. Her opening sequence (sadly trimmed for the final cut) is a symphony of bitchy antagonism towards her hubby Charlton Heston. "Don't you dare lower your voice to me!" Though he bears the brunt of her disdain, few people are safe from it. She grabs a dazed secretary after the big one hits and screams, "Laura, what about my fathah? LAURA! My FATHAH?!?" (her father being played by the less than eight years older Lorne Greene!) Later, she's all over physician Lloyd Nolan, too with, "Doctah, why aren't you with my fathah?!" There is no line of dialogue she delivers that I do not know by heart and try to use in real life whenever possible. Ha ha!
ROBERTA CARTER of Return to Peyton Place (1961) -- The day I saw this movie, my life changed forever. I bought it because I wanted to see Eleanor Parker in Lana Turner's old part and to check out Carol Lynley as the lead, but I was scarcely prepared for the sure-handed bitchery of one Mary Astor as the conservative town's most steely, domineering citizen. That Astor, who was made love to as a teen by John Barrymore and - trapped in a loveless marriage to a stodgy doctor - carried on a torrid affair with George S. Kaufman, should play this judgemental, smothering, controlling monster was a stroke of casting genius. It's not as if she chews scenery or gnashes her teeth at anyone. No, she's a cool customer who knows precisely how to delicately lob a death blow at her enemies, sometimes with a smile. This highly-troubled production (which suffered considerable editing prior to release) was not a great success, and Astor's role was interfered with in post-production, but it matters not. Her presence in the film is towering and unforgettable and caused me to utterly adore her where before I merely appreciated her.
BONUS PICS!

Who can turn the world on with her bile? The stone-hearted Estelle Anderson as played by the zesty Constance Bennett (with Mary Tyler Moore-ish wig in place!)
This is a full version of the picture used in the above post. After Bennett decided to come out of a dozen years' retirement, she had her face done, leading some folks to remark that she looked younger and better than star Lana Turner. As a diehard Lana fan, I can't go that far, but she did look pretty good (and was certainly slim!) She died suddenly of a cerebral hemorrhage not long after Madame X was in the can at only age sixty.
This is a three-page spread from a 1975 British television channel guide that was published not long before Susan Hayward's death and is heavily centered on Valley of the Dolls.
VOD was playing on the telly that week and so the issue had info on not only Hayward, but also Charles Drake, with Barbara Parkins gracing the cover. Here, Hayward shows off her spangled Travilla muu muu.
In case anyone wanted to read the accompanying text, which tells some of her up & down real life story while strenuously trying to associate it with VOD...
Our gal Lee Grant, showing off her Burton Miller get-up. Somehow all these years later (I first saw Airport '77 in a theater forty-two years ago - can it be possible?!) I had no idea that she was in platform shoes in the movie?! Or were these replaced at some point with other black heels...? I always adored this pantsuit, which starts off with a coordinating jacket over it (and another brooch!)
Don't let the soft frills fool you. Liz Saxon is a dangerous and retaliatory adversary. Vera Miles had shaved her head for Five Branded Women (1960), which led to her wearing a wig for Psycho (1960.) Now, one year later, she had much of her coiffure back, though it was still short and needed some assistance towards the back at times.
No one whams a purse down onto a bed like Mary Astor. Her character was intended to be so aghast at her unsuitable daughter-in-law that she burns the house down with her in it (!), but this story point was eliminated in the final cut. I would love, love, LOVE to see any of the deleted footage of Astor's performance even though I consider what's there to be perfection.
Ava Gardner sports what was then a hot trend: The Drowned Rat Look! Actually, the plucky Miss Gardner (then fifty-two) refused the aid of a stunt double for much of the climactic flood of Earthquake and earned a round of applause from the crew after one particularly grueling take.
Lastly, I've posted this hooty pic before, but not with the caption provided by Universal Studio's publicity department. "Sheer terror!" LOL  This outfit is only seen momentarily in the film because the scene it was featured in was cut. In it, we were asked to believe that Charlton Heston wanted more-than-half-a-century-old Gardner to have children and was furious because she'd recently had a secret abortion...! 

Wednesday, January 16, 2013

Have You Had "Enough" Yet?

In The Underworld, we LOVE Valley of the Dolls (1967) and revel in the slick, shellacked, colorful, over-the-top delicious tackiness of it all. Jacqueline Susann, author of that film's source novel, was and remains a brazenly polarizing figure in published fiction. Loved by as many readers as she is hated for her explicit, outrageous storylines (which were nonetheless often based on real people and situations!), no one can deny that she was a staggering success.

Dolls only partially followed Susann's book and, bizarrely, abandoned the two-decade time span of the story, compressing it all into one brief period. She wrote two subsequent books that were also adapted into movies, each film promising to hew closer to her plots, characters and sensibilities, but with neither one actually winding up doing so. Today we will look at the third one, 1975's Once is Not Enough (with 1970's The Love Machine sure to be the subject of a future post as well!)

With the passage of time (and the camp value assigned to the movies that sprang from them), it's sometimes easy to forget just how successful Miss Susann's tomes were. Valley was a phenomenon (with The Love Machine considerably less so) and Once is Not Enough was the #2 selling book of 1973. Had it not been for the author's illness and subsequent death, she might have continued a long string of bestsellers (her mantle having been taken up, in any case, by Jackie Collins and others like her.)

The novel Once is Not Enough was quite a scorcher, with everything from drugs to orgies to homosexuality to near-incest to nun rape! By 1975, the movie industry standards had dipped low enough that most, if not all, of this could be played out on the screen with few, if any, ramifications. Yet, in the end, the movie Once is Not Enough wound up coming off more than a little staid and quaint, even with the few dillys that made their way into the picture. Certainly, the film's poster promised doses of skin and sex that the finished product really didn't even come close to offering!

I usually feature a movie's primary poster when I pay tribute to a movie here, but this is one time when I went with a secondary one because Once's chief poster gives away one of what I consider to be one of the movie's most delicious secrets! In fact, advertising for the film prior its release also made no bones about it even though the movie itself sets up the twist extremely effectively. So even though almost everyone knows about it, I will not reveal it here because I dislike spoilers in general, especially when they rob a viewer of a fun little kick during the movie. Perhaps a newcomer to Once will get to watch it with clear eyes and be able to savor the eyebrow-raising story thread.

Our story begins with once- successful film producer Kirk Douglas waking up to the morning greetings of his engagingly cranky longtime maid. She and Douglas have a funny give and take to their dialogue as she lobs remarks at him and he volleys back. So comfortable with each other by now are they that he shucks down and takes a brisk (and messy!) cold shower right in full view of her. He's in the midst of trying to cut a movie deal, but is having a rough go of it.

We next get a glimpse of his adoring teen daughter Deborah Raffin, who is enduring a long series of grueling operations. In a flashback, we see that she'd earlier been along for the ride with her father on location for one of his films. I say along for the ride, which in this case happened to be on a motorcycle clutching the back of a young suitor. When she was informed that her (single) father was likely holed up in a hotel room with one of the movie's actresses, she encouraged the biker to speed there frantically. This resulted in a serious accident that caused Raffin to be placed in an exclusive hospital for a long recovery period.
Cut to her imminent release and return to the U.S., where Douglas is preparing to welcome her back and shower her with the love and lifestyle she's always been accustomed to. Unfortunately, his career has been in the toilet for a while now and the medical bills from her accident have helped to bleed him dry. He has immense trouble getting a project off the ground.

Solace comes in the form of a haughty, plain-speaking, extraordinarily wealthy heiress (Alexis Smith) who goes through husbands like each one is stamped with an expiration date. Wooed by Douglas, yet hardly fooled by his tactics, she agrees to wed him and keep him and his young daughter firmly entrenched in their high-style of living... so long as he promises to stay out of the movie business. She prefers not to risk her money on such unreliable enterprises as the cinema (a feeling Paramount Pictures could probably relate to after this movie hit the streets!)
Raffin returns to her father, now residing in a grand apartment in New York City, and can't wait to slather him with puppy love. They share a champagne toast and he even hires the Goodyear blimp to welcome her back! He's uneasy, however, and encourages her to get some rest after her lengthy flight. Awakening later that night, she proceeds to the refrigerator for a can of Coke and is startled to hear a woman's voice. Smith is home and is amazed that Douglas hasn't broken the news to Raffin that they are married.
Raffin is horrified that daddy has a spouse and proceeds to fret (in the room that Smith has so carefully designed to be an appropriate one for a young lady like her.) Raffin can hardly bear to live under the same roof as Smith, despite the fact that Smith is rarely anything but generous and considerate to her, buying her an entirely new wardrobe, and decides to get a job – and an apartment – of her own. She hears from an old school chum (Brenda Vaccaro) who happens to be the editor of a successful magazine, and is swiftly hired as a contributor thanks to the social connections her father and stepmother provide.
Vaccaro is a rarity in this film in that she has energy, verve, a sense of humor and also happens to be sexually voracious, not to mention blunt. She also tosses out one of the film's best lines when recalling one of her lover's descriptions of her: “You have ten fingers like a mouth and a mouth like ten fingers! Now, you couldn't ask for a better reference than that, could you?” After hearing Raffin go on and on about the merits of her beloved father, she finally tells Raffin that she ought to just sleep with him and get it over with!
Smith, however, has other plans. She has a single, suave cousin (George Hamilton) who she thinks would be perfect for Raffin and proceeds to arrange a date for them. The sheltered, unsophisticated Raffin practically bewilders the cosmopolitan Hamilton with her naivete. He, a major league ladies man (who gets a drink in the face during their first date from a spurned ex), tries to win her over, but she's highly disinterested, not to mention inexperienced.
Eventually, though, she decides that it's high time she lose her virginity and Hamilton is chosen as the one to do it. He takes her to his sprawling, state-of-the-art (and very red!) bachelor pad and settles in to take care of business. (None of the actual act is shown. Despite the poster featuring two nude, enraptured lovers on it, the sex and nudity factor is low in Once is Not Enough. Raffin, in what was something of a first in this new era of unrestrained film-making, had a “no nudity” clause in her contract. A rather undermining sort of condition for the leading lady to have in a movie based on a scorching Susann novel! She did submit to a body stocking worn behind a gauzy shower curtain for one scene.)
Even after becoming a woman with the ever-slick Hamilton (who is also the frequent escort of reclusive, mysterious movie star Melina Mercouri), Raffin really only has eyes for her father Douglas. Douglas has his own troubles, too, as he's becoming quite restless as the kept husband of a jet-setting socialite. Smith doesn't seem to care all that much how he is feeling, preferring to dart off frequently in order to satisfy her backgammon obsession with a friend.
Douglas, Smith, Raffin and Vaccaro all meet for dinner one night (dig the $0.90 chicken liver omelet!) and are confronted with a belligerent writer (David Janssen) who verbally assaults Douglas for having butchered one of his novels in transition to the big screen. Only the intervention of Janssen's ex-astronaut friend (Gary Conway) prevents a scuffle. Afterwards, Janssen and Conway connect with Vaccaro and Raffin, with Vaccaro eager to try Janssen on for size. Trouble is, he is far more taken with Raffin. Conway, feeling no need to pursue either lady, heads home which, for him, is on the beach.
Faced with the prospect of hard- drinking (and, as it turns out, a still-married father) Janssen as a suitor, Raffin apparently decides that since she can't have her daddy all for herself, she may as well take the next best thing. The two embark on a whirlwind romance of bike rides and other staples of 1970s cinematic love. But, as luck would have it, there's a fly in the ointment. For one reason or another, Janssen is impotent. In these pre-Viagra days, it's impossible for him to bring David Jr to the table in their relationship.
Fortunately, Raffin is so desirable, Janssen is able to bounce back from the abyss and begin a sexual relationship with her. She begins to accompany him on his (dull for her) book tours. When Douglas finds out about this relationship, he is beside himself with rage. He bursts into the couple's hotel room and proceeds to whallop Janssen mightily. After handing Janssen his ass, he tells Raffin he will be waiting for her in a nearby restaurant. When Janssen threatens to end their relationship if she goes, she reluctantly allows Douglas to seethe all by himself before giving up.
With the strain of Janssen's estranged wife and family colliding with her own boredom and unrest, Raffin finds herself without the man who came between her and her father. Conway, ever the upright and noble friend tries to help them work out their differences, but is unable to make much headway. (What he does provide earlier, however, is the delicious and very welcome sight of him jogging along the beach in some cut-off sweatpants!)

Meanwhile, Douglas and Smith have arrived at the realization that things might have come careening to a halt for themselves as well. Douglas has been secretly trying to secure a movie deal in order to become a self-sufficient man once more and Smith wants no part of either venture. They conclude that a divorce is the proper resolution of their too-convenient marriage.

After one final head-to- head, a dejected, rejected Raffin meanders the streets of New York, nearly being run down by a taxi cab (driven by Phil Foster, the man who subsequently played Penny Marshall's father on Laverne & Shirley!), until The Mancini Singers begin to chime in with the movie's theme song, accompanied by clips from the previous two hours! Try as they might, viewers probably hadn't forgotten any of the scenes revisited here, so there was little to no need for a recap at this late stage.

The movie then just sort of peters out, rather differently from Susann's novel in which the heroine, drugged and dazed from a night of LSD and group sex, traipsed out into the ocean to her presumed demise!

The title of the movie does appear within a line of dialogue near the end, but it's real life inspiration came from a conversation that author Susann had with the singer-comedian Joe E. Lewis (whose life was eventful enough to inspire a book and a movie called The Joker is Wild, 1957) while he was slipping into the abyss of death. In an effort to lift his spirits, she said to him, “Come on, Joe. Didn't you always say 'you only go around once, but if you play your cards right, once is enough'?” He reply was, “I was wrong, Jackie. Once is not enough.”

Once was directed by Guy Green, an Oscar-winning cinematographer (for 1946's Great Expectations) whose work for David Lean inspired him to begin taking the helm of movies himself in the mid-'50s. He'd guided Stuart Whitman (in 1961's The Mark) and Elizabeth Hartman and Shelley Winters (in 1965's A Patch of Blue) to Oscar nominations (with Winters winning hers), as well as Vaccaro here, before this film practically slammed the lid on his big-screen career. (That's him in the trench coat with Blue's Hartman and Sidney Poitier.)

A refined Brit with considerable taste was probably not the one to direct this potentially tawdry potboiler. A little of the zest and guts from A Patch of Blue would have been welcome here! It's doubtful that the later, prime-time TV broadcast had to undergo a tremendous amount of censoring when it aired. After one German movie two years in the wake of Once, Green retreated to movies made for television until his 1986 retirement. He passed away in 2005 of heart failure at the age of ninety-one.

At this point in his career, Douglas was still a considerable movie star with box office clout, but had not had a significant hit in several years (nor did he possess even one Oscar, unlike his character who had two!), thus he was well-cast as a once-great Hollywood figure struggling to regain a foothold in the business. He'd recently starred in a couple of foreign-made movies such as 1971's French To Catch a Spy and 1972's Italian-German The Master Touch, followed by 1973's Yugoslavian Scalawag. The 1974 western Posse signaled a return to the U.S.

After Once, he would make several more big screen films of varying success such as Brian De Palma's The Fury (1978), the western spoof The Villain (1979), the WWII fantasy The Final Countdown (1980) and one last teaming with frequent costar Burt Lancaster in Tough Guys (1986), which featured Alexis Smith as a leading lady. A severe 1995 stroke slowed down, but didn't stop the very active actor who is ninety-seven at present.

When Miss Smith took this part, it had been fourteen years since her previous feature film (1959's The Young Philadelphians!) Hardly idle during that time, she had done some TV work and honed her skills on stage, the most remarkable example being her triumphant 1971 Broadway appearance in Follies, which landed her on the cover of Time magazine and netted her a Tony award.

The Alexis Smith who showed up in Once and who figured into her subsequent film The Little Girl Who Lives Down the Lane (1976) was a quantum leap from the reserved, serene, stately type who worked at Warner Brothers for so long in the 1940s. She now had delicious dynamism to her work, though film and TV appearances would still be rather limited. She did score an Emmy nomination for a 1990 guest role on Cheers, but the award went to Swoosie Kurtz for an installment of Carol & Company. Sadly, she passed away in 1993 of brain cancer at age seventy-two, having just done a supporting role in The Age of Innocence for Martin Scorcese. Every single moment of her screen time could be spliced into a loop and played for me over and over, I love her approach to this that much!

Janssen, who'd become a household name on The Fugitive (1963 – 1967) was in the midst of another moderately successful TV show (Harry O,1973 --1976) when he took this role. He'd won a Golden Globe for The Fugitive, but never the Emmy despite three nominations (losing to Dick Van Dyke of The Dick Van Dyke Show, prior to them splitting comedy and drama apart, and then twice to Bill Cosby of I Spy.)

Having bared his behind (to better effect) in 1969's Where It's At, he did so again here, which was less welcome (especially in a movie that also featured Douglas, Hamilton and, particularly, Conway!) He also makes the hilarious acting choice of, when his character is struggling to get it up for Raffin, standing in the bathroom and looking down at his private parts as if to say, “What's the matter with you?!” Note the way the still photo below is from a rehearsal, in which he's wearing briefs.
He balanced film and TV work of varying prestige until 1980 when he died of a heart attack at only age forty-eight. A heavy drinker and smoker (and workaholic), he rarely remained idle during his demanding career. His last role was in the notorious Inchon, released after his demise in 1981.

Ever-tan, ever- elegant Hamilton was in the midst of a career lull, having followed up a supporting role in the troubled 1973 western The Man Who Loved Cat Dancing with the less-than-spectacular Medusa (1973.) He worked on TV some, but his next two feature films were 1977's The Happy Hooker Goes to Washington and the 1978 train wreck Sextette, which starred Mae West. Fortunately for him, his 1979 comedy Love at First Bite not only jump-started his career again, but made him barrels of money. Now seventy-four, he has continued to work, though rarely in projects of a high caliber. His autobiography had the rare distinction (for me, anyway) of making him seem even more shallow and less admirable than his already paper-thin public persona!

Gravel-voiced Mercouri had been something of a cinematic sensation in the 1960s with Never on Sunday (1960) and Topkapi (1964) among other films, but was grossly underused here. (Never on Sunday won her an Oscar nomination, but Elizabeth Taylor won that year for BUtterfield 8.) Her character in the novel had a far more detailed background and was more heavily featured. In the movie, a love scene with Hamilton was trimmed out prior to release and her role wound up as mostly an eye-opening cameo. She did appear braless in a tight top, her breasts looking remarkably pert for her age.

She had been nominated three times for a Golden Globe, too, for Phaedra (1962), Topkapi (1964) and Promise at Dawn (1970), but lost to Geraldine Page in Sweet Bird of Youth, Julie Andrews in Mary Poppins and Ali MacGraw in Love Story. She only worked on screen twice after Once, retiring in late 1997 to successfully enter Greek politics and government. A very heavy smoker, she succumbed to lung cancer in 1994 at age seventy-three.

Successful stage actress Vaccaro had entered TV in 1961 and films in 1969 with Where It's At (which starred Janssen) and Midnight Cowboy, but by 1972 was primarily on TV again. She won the Golden Globe for this movie and had been nominated for one for Cowboy, too (losing that year to Goldie Hawn in Cactus Flower for a role Vaccaro had originated on Broadway!) Her Oscar nomination for Once helped to reignite her movie career and she costarred in several films over the next decade or so, including Airport '77 (1977), The First Deadly Sin (1980), Zorro: The Gay Blade (1981), which starred Hamilton, and Supergirl (1984.) She lost the Oscar for Once to Lee Grant in Shampoo, but when they costarred in Airport '77, she got to punch Grant in the face, dropping her to the floor! Still at it, in a variety of acting mediums, she is currently seventy-four.

We love Gary Conway in The Underworld, but he was given almost nothing to do here. The way his role comes off in his scant scenes, it wouldn't have been a stretch for the character to be gay, but it apparently wasn't the case, nor was it so in Susann's novel. It's just a case of a sketchily-drawn part with no real relevance leaving room for unwarranted speculation. He seemingly was, at some point, meant to have a bit more storyline as some posters featured him and referred to his character's ex-wife, but other posters covered up his face on the poster with a shot of the book!
Earlier a physique model-turned-Warner Brothers contract player, Conway eventually starred for two seasons on Land of the Giants (1968 – 1970), but afterwards found acting work scarce. In 1973, he posed seminude for Playgirl in an attempt to change his image and Once was likely part of that same plan, but his undemanding (and sadly underexposing) role didn't do it. After the self-produced revenge flick The Farmer (1977), he only acted a few more times before turning his attention to wine production with his wife Marian, a former Miss America. He'll be turning seventy-eight in a few weeks.

The intended centerpiece of Once is Not Enough is Deborah Raffin, a comparative newcomer alongside the rest of the cast. Having been discovered on the verge of twenty while riding an elevator with a film executive, she landed the role of Liv Ullmann's daughter in 40 Carats (1973) and then a costarring part in 1974's The Dove, about a young man sailing around the world. Almost universally panned for her work in Once (even her own husband called her performance “wooden”), it must be said that the part would have been tough on even the most ingratiating and skilled actress.

Her film career never really recovered from this, though she did work in (exploitive, low-grade) fare like God Told Me To (1976) and The Ransom (1977), with Death Wish 3 (1984) a particular low-point. Her manager-producer husband used her in many of his projects including the 1979 TV-movie Willa and the movies Touched By Love (1980) and Dance of the Dwarfs (1983.) Love garnered her a Golden Globe nomination, but she lost to Mary Tyler Moore in Ordinary People. The intensely sentimental drama also won her a Razzie nomination which she (gladly, I'm sure!) “lost” to Brooke Shields in The Blue Lagoon. In more recent years she had a recurring role on 7th Heaven. Sadly, she died altogether too young at fifty-nine of leukemia just this past November.

Raffin's father was a restauranteur and her mother was a busy supporting actress of the 1940s and '50s named Trudy Marshall.  Marshall had been off the screen for more than a dozen years, but was given a walk-on role as one of Janssen's admiring readers at a book signing.  She is bedecked in one of the hilarious signature get-ups (a big hat paired with a fur-trimmed coat) that could also be found on Smith earlier in the movie.  Costumer Moss Mabry (whose work I nearly always enjoy) went a touch "out there" in some of the clothes for Once, but it was the mid-'70s after all!

Many folks find Once is Not Enough dull and bland, and I have a little bit of trouble arguing with that, but for some reason I can't help liking it! I love Jacqueline Susann, love sumptuous, real-life location work (meaning non-CGI!), love all-star casts, love unintentional humor and find Alexis Smith just downright fascinating in this. Try it and see if once is plenty for you. For me, it could never be enough!