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...heat in & around Hollywood was intense. At a recording session the slip-horn's balding Tommy Dorsey, 41, knocked the clarinet's balding Benny Goodman, 38, through the music stands. When Goodman arrived late on the job and tootled tootles that weren't in the script, Dorsey got his dander up. The standard Hollywood windmilling followed -and then the standard flubdub to the press. Goodman: "I was just sitting there playing my clarinet when I got hit." Dorsey: "I couldn't punch my way out of a paper...
...Pert Kelton, and their two children. "I figure I just have a talent for murder," he says. "Whenever I gotta mess a guy. up on the air, I just think of some s.o.b. that insulted me the other day, and then I grind my teeth and do what the script says just as if I was doing it to the guy who insulted me. Afterwards I really feel relieved. Gripes, I'd hate to have a psychoanalyst go over...
...football game a certain pleasure may be derived from calling the plays beforehand, but in "The Homestretch," which happens to be about horse-racing, the average spectator will soon tire of matching wits with a plodding script-writer. Maureen O'Hara and Cornel Wilde join and separate as mechanically as two participants in a Virginia reel, with the much-abused backdrop of horse races and a stately Marlyland homestead. But there is nothing positively unpleasant about the picture: blushing technicolor is made the most of, especially in the newsreel shots of the English coronation, and the photography of the races...
They had written the script themselves. Sample: after a careful explanation of the correct stance, Sarah hits a ball far to the right of Pauline, who ignores it, then does a double take: "Oh, are you supposed to run after it?" Sarah tells Pauline: "You're holding your arm wrong." Replies Pauline: "I can't do much about it. I was born with my arm attached to my shoulder." When they quit clowning and played tennis, the crowd usually breathed a sigh of relief...
...laughs than in illustrating what a man can do to himself for the sake of money. Some of the picture's trimmings are shrewder stuff. There are viciously funny glimpses of a commercial photographer, a comedian (Keenan Wynn), an actor's agent (Edward Arnold) and two skilled script-plumbers; and the singing commercials are as horribly funny as the real thing. Ava Gardner is lush as the nightclub singer and Clark Gable plays his huckster firmly...