Screenland Plus TV-Land (Jul 1955-May 1957)

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> HOLDING HANDS while the lights are low, Mario and Kim seem so in love. Was the romance fly-by-night or will it resume once again? 'Mario Bandini is not a guy who'd permit his wife to go on working after marriage, movie star or not. The Italian aristocracy is that way, and Mario is that way in spades. So if they do marry — and I'd be the last to say they won't — it's goodbye, Kim. Rome's gain, Hollywood's loss." To say nothing of the blow to the chops sustained by Columbia stockholders. And for Mac Krim, there is this — wafted one spring night into the soft, Roman twilight air. "All these beauties," said Kim Novak of the Roman landmarks she was touring, "should be seen with someone you love. I wish Mac were here." That was a few days before Signora Pallavicini's party and the swashbuckling entrance of Count Mario. Thus destiny beats its tots both hip and thigh. It has been customary this year for Hollywood's younger elements to beat the European bush for a few months and return "new" persons, and Kim Novak is no exception. She left Hollywood a frightened girl, given to crying spells, excruciatingly shy, burdened wtih abysmal insecurity. This was forgivable. Her startlingly fast rise was based on queasy footage, no background to sustain her. She had the sickening feeling of spinning through air, and that gravity had forsaken her in the giddy heights of stardom. She came back a woman. "I'll never cry again," she confided to a friend on the way home, "unless for some terribly real, some valid reason. I don't know what was the matter before. I can guess, but I don't know. But whatever it was, it's over. The trip did everything for me." THERE are examples available. Those who have seen the film, "Picnic," will have no difficulty recalling the rather over-voltage dance Miss Novak executed with William Holden on the river pier. Well, doing that for the picture itself, she was so overcome with feelings of inadequacy and reserve that she wept over the prospect of performing before the crew — which naturally she had to do. But on her arrival in Rome, before a mass gathering of reporters she tossed off a similar routine in bare feet; unrehearsed, completely spontaneous, and with a professional partner she had never met until that moment. It was news to some that Kim Novak had accumulated this much poise. That's a new kind of courage for her. But the old kind, the one sportswriters call guts, she's always had. Flying under all but perfectly pressurized conditions is continued on pag( 67 23