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JAMES DARREN
His unhappy teenage marriage behind
him, Jimmy's private life is once more on the upbeat; he's now experiencing
A new kind of love
r ROM THE LOUDSPEAKER overlooking the verdant green Kleig-lighted lawn and the large warm-watered swimming pool came the pre-recorded strains of "Let There Be Love." A nippy breeze cast up from the Pacific laid a nocturnal chill over the Columbia Ranch in Burbank. The public address system sent Jimmy Darren's plaintive ballad to every corner of the sprawling movie-making compound.
Jimmy's voice was warm and gentle. He mouthed the words as he sat under a tree with a group of frolicking young men and women while the lawn party scene was set up. He wore a pale blue chenille robe over his bathing suit and seemed to be enjoying himself. It was the beginning of a shooting session that was to last all through the night. Then "The Gene Krupa Story" — in high-budgeted color and Cinemascope — would be in the can.
After that — as the song said — let there be love!
How fortuitous that Jimmy's big number should be a revival of "Let There Be Love." It was that very romantic determination that explained the monumental changes in his private life. He had had his share of counterfeit emotions, his share of frustration and groping. Now he proposed with a purpose that could not be turned aside— let there be love!
And there was — deep, abundant love.
I stood on the sidelines with a willowy girl in black capris and a softly undulating black turtleneck sweater. Evy Norlund's eyes were china blue, her skin a glowing alabaster in the night light, and her hair the sunspun yellow of cornsilk. I watched as the lovely Danish young lady lovingly watched her handsome young man.
Before there could be love, for Jimmy there had to be growth.
First Jimmy had to let there be feeling. Only then did the sun rise over his once darkened horizons — dark with the sad miscalculations of an impulsive teenage marriage, dark with burdens of guilt and confusion when the marriage brought despair instead of happiness. It was only after he learned to turn loose his emotions that he was able to let there be love.
Sal Mineo and Susan Kohner stepped in front of the cameras as Jimmy stepped away from them. We sat on a pile of lumber beyond the line of equipment, warmed ourselves with paper cups of coffee, and Jimmy talked about it — the marriage that was meant to be, his marriage to Evy. Evy, who had come to these shores as Miss Denmark, who had come into Jimmy's life as a contract player at Columbia. He talked easily, with the assurance of a surprisingly contained young man who had an inkling of what life was about. He talked with excitement and with feeling.
"Evy is so swell," his voice was quiet and full of well being. "She's
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By MARK DAYTON
ROMANTIC tree weaves its spell on lovebirds Jimm Darren and Evy Norlund. Their marriage is imminenl
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