The seven deadly sins of Hollywood (1957)

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THE SEVEN DEADLY SINS OF HOLLYWOOD hieroglyphic or an ancient Egyptian mummy. She has red hair and blue eyes and the sort of figure that would have made Mausolus turn in his mausoleum. In the museum I said devilishly: "What shall we do? The ethnographical gallery? Or shall we be mad and plump for the Graeco-Roman sculptures?" We did the Romans. "Goodness," said Miss Dahl, scrutinising the statues with their chipped-off noses, "they all look like Marlon Brando." She posed against a lioness's head mounted on a high plinth. "Can't you see the resemblance? " she said. " WVve got the same features." I said, looking at the plinth and then at her: "You've got a better figure." "Yes," she said, "hers is a bit more cubic than mine, isn't it? Lots of lions in this place. Anyone would think it was run by MGM." "How is it," I asked her, "that you have such highbrow interests? One would never have suspected it from your films." Miss Dahl explained that she was not only a film star with one of the most photogenic faces in the business; she was also a newspaper columnist, a designer of ladies' lingerie, an amateur philosopher, and a student of psychology and religions. I said she looked remarkably well on it. We then took a look at the reliefs showing the lion hunts of Asshur-bani-pal. Miss Dahl said that Asshurbani-pal reminded her of her first husband Lex Barker, former Tarzan of the screen. "I should never have married him," she confided. "He wasn't the intellectual type. I take an interest in metaphysics. He wasn't a bit interested in metaphysics. I doubt if he knew what the word meant. Yes, people made jokes about me being Tarzan's mate, and asked if we ate our dinner in the tree-tops. But that wasn't the reason I got divorced from him." 62