YES, MR.DEMILLE (1959)

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€ V AS IN BAKNUM 247 is one-half of an aerialist team. He's the "catcher." The other half, the flyer, is having an affair with the catcher's wife. This was not prudent. If the catcher finds out, he is in a position to take care of the adulterous flyer. And simply: He can let the flyer fall and assert it was an accident. Occupational hazard! The husband does learn of the affair, and is sharply reminded of it every time he catches the flyer. "What a magnificent situation!" chortled DeMille, eyes gleam- ing. "You can feel the tension mounting with each flight through the air. Will he catch him, or let him fall? Remember, the guy is sleeping with his wife and the unwritten law is on his side." In great torment, the husband makes his choice. He is a trooper. The circus comes first. He accomplishes the killing without artifice. He walks into the flyer's tent and pumps several bullets into the blackguard's hide as he cringes in a corner. DeMille's antics during this period were not of a kind to endear him to his writers. He flayed them in conference, then openly at staff luncheons. There were moments when he seemed close to panic. Costs were piling up. More than $50,000 had gone into writers* salaries. There were thick stacks of material, conference notes, bits of plots and miscellaneous ideas—but nothing drawn together into dramatic sequence. One day DeMille thought of Jody. Jody is his grandson, eight years old at the time. As a rule Jody sat next to his famous grandfather when the family viewed movies at the home, and the youngster's remarks in the course of the evening were carefully noted. DeMille regarded them as valuable clues to the success or failure of a particular film. "When Jody says, 'That's the bad man, Grandfather/ or 'That's the good man,' I know that all is well with the story." said DeMille. "But if Jody has to ask who the bad man or who