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By BILL TUSHER
The ordeal of
Tab Hunter
TAB FELT he was being put into films, without mnch substance so he signed up for acting lessons to perfect his technique.
When Hollywood labeled him a "has been" and a "failure," Tab looked oblivion straight in the eye and had the courage to twist defeat into a grand triumph
It HAD reached the point where Hollywood wits were quipping. "Will failure spoil Tab Hunter?"
The beached dreamboat of Warner Bros, was wondering the same thing. Not that the sad-eyed, flaxen-haired teenage idol considered himself a failure by a long shot. To him, to have failed would have meant to have tried and to have been found wanting. But his complaint was that he was either poorly used or unused, untried and untested, shelved. He felt boxed up, in forced eclipse — and in the cynical semantics of the movie profession, failure and eclipse are two words with a single meaning.
People were beginning to wonder, some of them rash enough to do so out loud, if Tab Hunter was washed up. But Tab had no less an intention than the desire to permit himself to be marched into oblivion. His soft voice was raised in anger. There was a hardening in his normally ingenuous manner, and although he is celebrated for his affability, he did not pretend to be amiable about what was happening to his career. He was at odds with his studio, and often at odds with his friends. Instead of winning friends and influencing people, he was speaking his mind and shedding sycophants.
"This is such a fickle business, you have to be careful," he minced no words. "We're only commodities to the studio. When they're done with you, they'll get somebody else. So you have to look out for yourself."
In the course of looking out for himself — i.e., project survival — Tab delivered himself of other pungent pronouncements rare in a metropolis not overly accustomed to such candor.
"I'll sit it out for five years if I have to," he vowed. "I've had it.
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