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r MOVIES continued p Cashmere Bouquet Talc.. . scents and silkens every inch of you . . . more lastingly. . . more lovingly than costly cologne No cologne protects and prolongs daintiness like Cashmere Bouquet Talc. Can’t evaporate. Won’t dry your skin. Will leave you silken-smooth, flower-fresh all over for hours. Let Cashmere Bouquet, made of pure imported Talc, be your lasting Veil of Freshness. Cashmere Bouquet... The Fragrance Men Love honey! Probably you’ve already beard it, but it's twice as much fun to watch Keely and Louis do it up in style. family Count Your Blessings m-g-m; CINEMASCOPE, METKOCOLOR V'V''/ It’s a pleasure to spend a happy hundred minutes or so with two people as charming as Deborah Kerr and Rossano Brazzi (below left with Chevalier) — especially when everybody is so lovely and rich. The mansions they live in are simply smashing, as Deborah might say. The clothes are ties, tres chic, as Rossano might say — in this movie, he’s supposed to be French. But with all that luxury, they’ve got troubles (mostly romantic). After an impulsive wartime wedding and nine long years of separation, a couple of married strangers have to get acquainted. Even their little son (Martin Stephens) is no help. In fact, let’s face it. the kid’s a bit of a brat! And there are a few things Deborah doesn't know about the ways of French husbands. But in walks uncle Maurice Chevalier to read her a kindly lecture. He’s the wise old boulevardier again, just as lovable as he was in “Gigi.” While glimpses of London and Biarritz liven up the background. it’s Paris that shares star billing with Kerr, Brazzi and Chevalier. The City of Light (and Love) never looked more beautiful, a bright setting for this sparkling gem of a comedy. adult Juke Box Rhythm COLUMBIA Meet Jo Morrow and Jack Jones (below right), young newcomers you’ll want to see more of. Jo — very definitely a girl — recalls at first glance the delicate blonde beauty of Princess Grace. But that’s entirely intentional, because Jo’s cast as a Euro pean princess on a U. S. junket. A lanky boy with a likable grin, Jack’s the son of Allan Jones and Irene Hervey, screen favorites years back. He’s inherited Allan’s skill with a song, and he gets a chance to show it off in the pleasant course of a yarn about a stage musical that desperately needs backers. But nobody cares much about tbe plot; it just serves to bring in several popular combos (the Earl Grant Trio, the Nitwits, the Treniers). a dash of dancing and a light seasoning of Hans Conried's wacky comedy. family Three Strange Loves janus V'V' Flashes of interest in this brooding Swedish film are provided mostly by the talent of Ingmar Bergman. No, we don’t mean Ingrid. This Bergman is a he, a director whose brilliance shines to better advantage in “Wild Strawberries” (also reviewed in this issue). The story, unnecessarily confused in the telling, centers on a former ballerina whose marriage is shadowed by memories of the tragic love affair that came first. Her problems are bad but those of her friends are worse. adult Room 43 cory )/ When the British are good, they’re very very good (see “Room at the Top”). When they’re bad . . . This thriller is all about the ancient institution that used to be called “the white-slave trade,” and the plot might have been considered very hot stuff around 1910. Unfortunately, some expert players — Brenda de Banzie, Herbert Loin —are mixed up in it. Diana Dors also tries hard, as the one with the heart of gold. And a bit of strength is added by bero Eddie Constantine, a virile and breezy type. Eddie himself is an American who made good in French show business after tbe war. He should have stood in Paris, adult 24