To see the kind of radiance one generally only finds in Edie
Sedgwick (in her might-as-well-be-silent Warhol movies), check
out the scene with racy Clara Bow in a fatcat's apartment while
he's away, swilling his liquor and kicking up her heels on his
couch. Literally. (Was this scene the inspiration for the invasion of
Jerry Lewis' house in THE KING OF COMEDY?) Guzzling gallons
of expensive booze and tracing the line of warmth down her
tummy, Bow is a miraculous fireworks show of life-love and gay
impiety. This is star acting! Our biggest names o\f the moment
seem feeble and class-free by contrast.
Sedgwick (in her might-as-well-be-silent Warhol movies), check
out the scene with racy Clara Bow in a fatcat's apartment while
he's away, swilling his liquor and kicking up her heels on his
couch. Literally. (Was this scene the inspiration for the invasion of
Jerry Lewis' house in THE KING OF COMEDY?) Guzzling gallons
of expensive booze and tracing the line of warmth down her
tummy, Bow is a miraculous fireworks show of life-love and gay
impiety. This is star acting! Our biggest names o\f the moment
seem feeble and class-free by contrast.