The seven deadly sins of Hollywood (1957)

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MALE GLAMOUR Edward G. Robinson, who is ten years older than the character he portrayed, went even further than this. "Old men," he assured me, "are much better lovers than young men. Women have always found that to be true. An older man is so much less selfish. He is kinder, more considerate, more knowledgeable — he has the infinite capacity for loving someone else whereas many young men have only an infinite capacity for loving themselves." Mr. Robinson, who married at the age of thirty-three and was now being sued for divorce, thought that the young were inclined to rush into marriage. An older man gave the matter more thought. If marriage was a calculated risk, the man in his sixties was usually capable of making more accurate calculations. I wondered whether even the most brilliant arithmetic ability could help much in such an incalculable relationship as between a husband in his sixties and a wife in her twenties. "What's that you say?" muttered Robinson, who is a little deaf. I repeated what I had said. "You would not understand," he said; "you are young . . . wait till you are my age. . . . The other night Marlene Dietrich came to see the play. ..." "Yes," I said, "I was there that night." The entire audience had stood up to stare at the fabulous grandmother who looks young enough to be her own daughter. "There you are," said Robinson triumphantly. "How old is she? Fifty-six? Age is a problem that can be overcome. Some people live and die and they have never lived. The challenge of life is to live. . . . I'm a much happier man now than I was at twenty. You can't imagine what fun it is." I said I simply couldn't wait to be sixty-three. 203