The seven deadly sins of Hollywood (1957)

MALE GLAMOUR feet two if you like. There are lots of bigger, brawnier fellows than me in Hollywood, you know. "That title I got — the Hunk of Man — well, it was just an accident. That was a line of dialogue describing the character I portrayed in a play by Moss Hart. It just stuck with me. But anyone who played that part would have got that label. Danny Kaye was in the play with me. I warned him if he as much as flickered an eyelash at me I'd murder him. It just needed one smirk from him and they would have laughed The Hunk of Man off the stage." He poured himself a Scotch, though milk is his more usual beverage. "I'm a pretty average guy," he said again. "Nothing special in build." "Yes," I said, "but you did play Samson." "Yup," said Mr. Mature, "but that Cecil B. DeMille is a smart director. Gave me a tiny mother. Built all the sets with low ceilings. Gave me costumes twice as wide as my shoulders. That way he made me look enormous." "And do you do anything to keep fit, to develop your muscles, for these strenuous roles?" I asked. "Oh, I play a game of golf," he said, "and a little handball. Now that's a very strenuous sport. No, I've never been a boxer or an acrobat or a strong man. Before I worked in movies I was in the refrigeration business." "In that case," I asked, "do you never find yourself short of breath when going up a steep hill?" The Hunk of Man looked hurt. He said cunningly, "Haven't you seen my pictures? Didn't you see me push down those pillars with my own two hands in Samson and Delilah? Didn't you see me fight the tigers with my bare hands in Demetrius and the Gladiators'?" "Yes," I said, " but I could probably have pushed down 207