My Rosebud

A personal memoire from MORRIE GELMAN

I DREAMED of radio. Is it an odd thing to be dreaming about? Not so odd. Radio is my Rosebud. I don’t guess I’ll mutter the single word radio as life squeezes out of me. I’m not Charles Foster Kane. But I can dream my Rosebud, can’t I?
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Berlin 05

/// Ernie Gill emailed over from the Berlin film festival that there has been much quaffing of beer among the mugg alumni. Ernie says: ” Perhaps you would like to mention that Jack Kindred is prowling the 55th festival, slumming with the likes of former muggs Ron Holloway, Peter Cowie and me.”

Fully recovered from a bout with stomach cancer, Holl is looking younger than ever, says Gill, adding that Jack is “being as nimble and quick as ever.” Mercifully, he’s given up jumping over candlesticks!
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Recalling Hotel Yesteryear

Cannes’s erstwhile hostelry had soul aplenty

By RON HOLLOWAY

It was a place of legends, some say of miracles. Certainly, a haunted hotel of memories for all who recall with an aching heart and maybe a tear on the cheek what the old Festival International du Film was really like.

I’m talking about the old Hotel Suisse.
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