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that man Sanders!
Though he flaunts a glib tongue and cutting phrase, George is actually a shy man
By Fredda Dudley Balling
THE least-known gentleman in Hollywood is, in all likelihood, Georgi Sanders. That suits him fine. Probably there is no other male star, always excepting King Gable, who appeals equally to men and women in an audience. Women are attracted because of his manner: a compound of weary suspicion, lazy passion, and wry humor.
Men like him because he appears to be what the average guy dreams of being in his Walter Mitty moments: physically commanding and spiritually prescient, as competent in a barroom brawl as in a boudoir.
Oddly enough, those who know George well insist that the man himself, stripped of his cynicism, is an intellectual type modified by a selfconscious reserve. As a lad, it is said, he was shy and awkward, perturbed about how to manage his vast framework while keeping his feet out of banging doors or irrationally placed buckets.
The shyness persists. When an interviewer asked him what he most disliked about Hollywood, he responded sadly, "The heartiness. One comes to the studio in the morning and one must shout and wave furiously at every familiar face. 'Hi, Joe, good morning!' 'H'ya, Al, how's a boy?' 'Be seeing ya, Mac' And so on. At noon, one goes to the commissary out of human need for nourishment, not to tax one's strength in joyous greeting, yet the same hilarity is again considered necessary good manners. At night, one must once more greet every fellow worker, as he inches his way toward the exit gate. 'Good night, Pete, see you in the morning.' 'Cheerio, Henry, have a good day?' 'Going to the preview this evening, Bob?' Good lord!
"In England, no man is so cordial to another chap until he has known the fellow ten years and has made a pass at his wife."
His manner: a compound of weary suspicion, lazy passion, wry humor, appeals to women.
Marta Toren and George Sanders do some investigating in Columbia's "Assignment-Paris."