The seven deadly sins of Hollywood (1957)

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CRAZY MIXED-UP KIDS? chest. I got to the point when all that was required of me was to arrive at nine o'clock in the morning at the studios and punch the clock at six in the evening. Unfortunately, it was too easy for me. All I had to do was stroll through the pictures. So maybe I gave the impression of being more indifferent than I actually was." After my conversation with Mitchum I am shockproof. I am even prepared not to be shocked if I hear that he is going to play Hamlet. Mr. Mitchum, for his part, has promised that if he should graduate into playing these more demanding roles he will try not to look as if he is actually falling asleep on his feet. Frank Sinatra was half-way through his hamburger steak when he leaned across the table and informed me with all the charm at his disposal that he might quite conceivably sock me on the jaw. I do not know whether it is due to seeing too many bad movies (or maybe appearing in them), but Mr. Sinatra is always expressing the wish to sock someone or other on the jaw. From time to time he actually does it. None the less, I was mildly surprised to discover that he was still up to this sort of thing. I had been told that he had mellowed and matured with his new-found success and was hardly ever rude to anyone any more. When a man is paid £4,000 a week, as Mr. Sinatra is, for singing at a night club there is really no reason for him to feel unwanted or persecuted. But in a way I was glad to find that the rumours about how he had reformed were unfounded. Manners, like hats, do not suit everyone, and I do not think they would suit Mr. Sinatra. He has found a straight left more effective. It goes better with his ties. 119