Moyra Fraser
I am glad to learn that Moyra Fraser—Mrs Roger Lubbock—whom I used to idolise years ago in such revues as Airs on a Shoe- string, is to play Madam Dubonnet in Ken Russell's film of The Boy Friend. That is, if all goes well and the contracts are duly signed. According to present intentions, Twiggy is to be the Boy Friend's girl friend, and the Boy Friend himself is to be the former ballet-dancer Christopher Gable— whose performance as Delius's amanuensis and chronicler, Eric Fenby, in Russell's tele- vision biography of that dotty composer, was perfect in its way. So, too, was the film itself; and then I saw Russell's Richard Strauss piece. I still cannot fully understand how any man can produce two similar pieces, one so pretty and so good and the othet so bad, so ugly, so morally, artistically and intellectu- ally inferior. I hope the good Russell makes The Boy Friend, and I expect that he will— there are surely no temptations in Sandy Wilson's pastiche that will lead him astray into political territory too difficult for Mr Russell's innocent feet.