Modern Screen (Dec 1949 - Nov 1950)

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He's loud and lusty and full of laughter. He has a voice you'd like to own. He's Mario Lanza — the magnificent! BY JIM HENAGHAN Wonderful madman ■ Mario Lanza is a big, barrel-chested, vigorous American of Italian descent who is twenty-eight years old, married, and has an Italian-Irish daughter of two named Coleen. Mario Lanza, some people will tell you, is a lunatic. Mario Lanza, some other people will tell you, is this country's first really great operatic tenor, an artist and musical find of such importance that no man since Caruso himself can equal his stature. And, Mario Lanza, moviewise Hollywoodites will tell you, is the most exciting screen personality to trot onto a sound stage since the films began to talk. Some, or all of these things, may be true. The family, of course, is a fact. The rest will be confirmed or denied by time. At any rate, your reporter's first meeting with him took place in the office of a business associate. Frankly, not being of a very cultural turn of mind musically speaking, I rather dreaded the iMerview. I had pictured a bulky stuffed shirt with a Latin leer for any but his own kind; a condescending artiste stewing in his own magnificence. _ I couldn't have been more wrong. The door flew open and a very handsome, grinning young man made a Harpo Marx entrance as though he were walking on springs. He burst into a voluble, completely American monologue on the occurrences of the day directed toward his friend, while your reporter cringed in the corner {Continued on page 107) As a boy Mario lived in the slums of Philadelphia. Now he has a mansion in Hollywood ■ for his wife, his parents and his daughter, [below] . His second starring role is in Toast of New Orleans.