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With Shirley MacLaine in Desperate Characters, Frank D. Gilroy, 1971.
Not many people knew it, but the Führer was a terrific dancer...
Posted at 09:18 AM in In Memoriam | Permalink
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Ah, but for me Kenneth Mars will always be about that pitch-perfect accent (and that hair!) in 'What's Up, Doc?'
Sal C |
February 15, 2011 at 09:32 AM
And a sad note, too, of the passing of Dave Friedman, the shameless showman behind such populist pulchritude, stupendous splatter (and alliteratively advertised films) as "Blood Feast," "She Freak" and "Trader Hornee."
Stephen Whitty |
February 15, 2011 at 11:03 AM
Sad news. I was just thinking about him the other day. He was a cult between me and my German friend Julius when we were students together and obsessed with -The Producers-. "Today Broadway; tomorrow..."
February 15, 2011 at 03:02 PM
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