Also great as John Geste in William Wellman's 1939 classic "Beau Geste." Not the star, but he held his own against a formidable cast: Gary Cooper, Robert Preston, Brian Donleavy, Broderick Crawford and an outlandishly young and radiant Susan Hayward.

Whiled away his Golden Years starring in depressing drek like "Frogs," "The Thing with Two Heads," and "The House in Nightmare Park," but he, like Vincent Price, always remained a gentleman about it.

Third.

I, perhaps like many victims, was merely flashing back to my own experience with abuse, in this case to my junior high school days, when my brother and I --not even minor league ass wipes-- were repeatedly harrassed, assaulted, and beaten. Our "crime?" The color of our skin (which was, and continues to be, white).

The point people are making here is that the media and society have taught the masses to process stories like these by a simple syllogism: If the white guy's in the wrong, then the white guy's wrong; the black guy's in the wrong, then the white guy is still wrong --simply by virtue of that whiteness.

Sure, at this point nobody knows who or what started it. But the larger point is that if the black kid started it simply out of racial animus (which, contrary to what liberal politicians, media members, and educators might have you and everyone else believe, is entirely possible --repeated personal experience has pointed that painfully out to me) there will no repercussions whatsoever. The same would not, will not, hold true if the roles were or are reversed. I know it. And I think you do, too.

Most likely it will come out that the white kid used the "N-word" at some point, and the implication will be that, thus, he "got what he deserved." It's been my experience that whenever video or reports like this emerge, that's always the first line of defense, that the perpetrator is actually the victim, striking out, striking back, at America's shameful legacy of hate, bigotry and racism. And so on. And then everyone's like, "Yeah, right, okay..." And life goes on.

...or smear elephant dung on assorted posters of The One. As I recall, a similar exercise a few years back garnered something like orgasmic praise for its creator (won't say "artist").

Jane Fonda still makes movies???

Dorothy Lamour.

As long as we're exploring "dark sides," I would like someday for some enterprising young (or old) filmmaker to turn his/her eviscerating lens upon the subject of Martin Scorsese and "examine" the man's apparently ceaseless, unquenchable, quasi-sexual obsession with hyperbolically, almost pornographically, graphic, grisly, gory violence and death.

I'll take Lon Chaney, Jr., Evelyn Ankers, Claude Rains --and Bela Legosi!!-- any day, thank you.

Oh, I don't know, I think she's hot in that "slutty flight atttendant" kind of way.