The seven deadly sins of Hollywood (1957)

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THE SEVEN DEADLY SINS OF HOLLYWOOD He has also been sufficiently positive to become a millionaire. "No," said Mr. Stewart, removing his hat from the antlers of a stuffed deer, "I may be a bit slow. But I know what I'm doing." So now we know that the male star does not have to be young and he does not have to be forthright. Does he need to be tough and athletic? Looking rather like a totem pole with toothache, Victor Mature, the original beefcake boy — also known as The Hunk of Man and The Body Beautiful — sat opposite me in his hotel suite worrying about going on safari to Africa. The buttons of his brown shirt were undone and he was exposing a couple of acres of chest. "I may have to go to Africa on a safari to make a picture," said Mr. Mature. "Oh, brother, it's going to be rough — out there," he added nervously. He looked at me critically. "Have you ever been on a safari to Africa? " he asked. "No," I said. "Oh, brother," said Mr. Mature, "it's rugged, real rugged." I said: "You've been before, of course?" "No," said Mr. Mature, "but I've seen it on pictures. Wheew!" I assured him that on safaris into the jungle these days all modern conveniences were provided — such as portable baths and electric razors. It wasn't as bad as it seemed in pictures. This cheered him considerably. " Oh, that's swell," he said. " I was a bit worried." He shifted his 208 lb. in his chair, ran his fingers over his 45-inch chest. "You gotta realise," he said, "that I'm a pretty average guy. Six feet one — one and a half. Call it six 206