Wednesday, October 16, 2019

Incredibly Intriguin' Images Of Our Dino and Miss Gail Renshaw

Dean Martin and Gail Renshaw - 29th Annual Bing Crosby National Pro-Amateur Golf Championship - Pebble Beach Golf Links - Pebble Beach CA - Jan. 22, 1970

Hey pallies, likes today we continue our  accentin' of the awesomely amorous relationship that our Dino deeply deeply  developed with Miss Gail Renshaw 'pon meetin' the evenin' of October 13, 1969 in our Dino's playground, 'Vegas baby 'Vegas.  Likes this Dino-day we are pleasantly proudly pleased to share a goodly number of cooler then cool candid images of our main man and his new amore swankly snapped  at the 29th Annual Bing Crosby National Pro-Amateur Golf Championship on January 22, 1970 at Pebble Beach Golf Links in Pebble Beach, California.

We deeply digs that Miss Renshaw made the swingin' scene at Pebble Beach, lovin'ly watchin' her lovin'  Dino play that game that he was perfectly passionate 'bout.  Likes what coulda be better then havin' the new found love of your life (Renshaw) watch you compete in playin' your long time love (golf).  Above is an image that always always brings such Dino-happiness to our hearts as we catch a groovy glimpse of our swingin' Dino and Miss Gail havin' such a special special time with each other.

A golf tournament is almost always a very public affair, so we are completely certain that those in attendance watched attentively as our Dino and Miss Gail made their deep delight in bein' together crystal clear.  We woulda bet that simply tons and tons of pixs were shot of our Dino and Miss Renshaw's time at Pebble Beach and we are most pleased to share a number of 'em with all youse Dino-holics by simply clickin' HERE to go the "gettyimage" web pad and see the awesomely assembled swingin' shots of our Dino and Miss Gail.  These particularly powerful poses all come from photographer Ron Galella's fantastic files.

Seein' our Dino so hugely  hugely happy with Miss Renshaw makes us so deeply deeply yearn that the lovin' relationship woulda worked out, as they truly truly seem marvelously made for each other....but, likes of course, we will never ever know.  We knows it's simply 'nother Dino-mystery.

btw, pallies....check out our Dino's awesome attire in the color photos....likes, not only did our Dino likes puttin' the accent on youth when it came to his newest amore, he also swankly sported the mod mod attire of the youth of his day as well....checks out those blue patterned pants he's wearin'!

We Remain,

Yours In Dino,

Dino Martin Peters

Tuesday, October 15, 2019

Soon her chaperone was Dean Martin

 Hey pallies, likes as we continue our revelatory reflections on the incredibly important date in Dino-history, October 13, 1969....the day that our most beloved Dino was introduced to then Miss World-USA, Miss Gail Renshaw while entertainin' in his playground, 'Vegas baby 'Vegas, an evenin' that totally totally  transformed our Dino's life and times we once 'gain shares with all youse Dino-holics a profoundly powerful piece of Dino-devotion, we first shared on July 9, 2014, which was an ultra ubber update on Miss Renshaw that we first potently published   HERE.  We are perfectly proundly pleased to be able to share it 'gain, for those who may have missed it when first posted and to refresh all our Dino-philes memories of the role that Miss Renshaw played in the amazin' affairs of our Dino's heart.   Below is a reprint of what first appeared here on July 9 in the year of our Dino 2014.

We Remain,

Yours In Dino,

Dino Martin Peters

 Soon her chaperone was Dean Martin

Hey pallies, likes stop the presses dudes!  Likes we gots us some extra-Dino-special-devotion to shares with all youse Dino-philes this very Dino-day!  We gotta 'fess up that for a long long time now we have been hopin' to find out more details 'bout our most beloved Dino's amores particularly with youthful Miss Gail Renshaw and Miss Andre Boyer.

Likes yesterday we were thrilled to find a google Dino-'lert featurin' an article from the on-line presence of the Falls-Church News Press (Virginia)  'bout what happened to Miss Renshaw includin' some insightful details 'bout her relationship with our Dino. "Whatever became of Arlington’s most famous beauty queen?" is scribed by Mr. Charlie Clark for his column "Our Man in Arlington."

Mr. Clark's interview of Miss Renshaw answers a number of previously unanswered questions about her time with our Dino and we have included that portion of his column that focuses on their relationship.  As usual, to read the whole column, simply clicks on the tag of this Dino-gram.

ilovedinomartin thanks Mr. Clark for puttin' in the effort to track Miss Renshaw down and puttin' words to print that gives all us Dino-holics a better understandin' of this time in our great man's great life.  Now, we'll be waitin' for someone to track down Miss Andre Boyer to hear her Dino-story.  Dino-always, ever, and only, DMP

Caption: Las Vegas, Nev., Dec. 12-- Martin and Miss USA -- Gail Renshaw, right, winner of the Miss USA title in the Miss World contest, crowns Dean Martin backstage at his show in mid-October. Martin was invited to serve as judge of the Miss World contest in London in November.

At the time Miss Renshaw was en route to London to compete to be Miss World (she won first runner-up). But there would soon be the small matter of her engagement to world-famous crooner Dean Martin, a married man 30 years her senior. It seemed a tale worth running down for an update.........

After an early marriage and divorce, she was 22 when she hit the national pageants and traveled to Las Vegas. (A promoter named Sidney Sussman told the Star he “discovered” her on a Potomac River cruise, but Renshaw told me he was just a nice friend trying to capitalize on her fame.)

Martin, then 53, was easing off the peak of his rat-pack popularity but still hosting his own TV show and selling millions of middle-brow records. He was also separating from Jeanne Biegger, the second of what would be three wives.

“I really wanted to meet his daughter Gail, herself a good singer,” Renshaw told me. Having seen Martin’s live show and chatted at a photo session, she went for a drink at Dino’s Den bar in Vegas’s Riviera Hotel. It wasn’t long before Martin asked her on a date. “Well, I have a chaperone,” Renshaw told him, but Martin’s daughter said she could fix that. Soon her chaperone was Dean Martin, and the next night his daughter was conveniently unavailable.

The two fell fast, and Martin’s daughter encouraged Renshaw – “You’d make my dad very happy.” The singer “was always considerate about his wife and family, who gave me a wonderful reception,” recalls Renshaw. “Men loved him, and women loved him.”

But after a few days of anguished phone calls, Renshaw told Martin face to face that she couldn’t go through with the marriage. “The age difference was a hindrance, and I felt bad missing my parents,” Renshaw said, noting that her father back in Arlington wouldn’t fly on airplanes.

Monday, October 14, 2019

Singer Dean Martin portrays a swinger in his television and nightclub acts—and it appears his private life is beginning to live up to that image.

Hey pallies, likes followin' on the high heels of yester-Dino-day's remembrance of  the hugely historic Dino-date of  October 13, 1969....the evenin' that our most beloved Dino met and fell immediately head-over-heels for Miss Gail Renshaw, we are once 'gain totally totally thrilled to
share an absolutely awesome article below that was supremely scribed by the Palm Springs newspaper, The Desert Sun" on December 13, 1969 and shared with us by the web pad tagged "California Digital Newspaper Collection" that offers huge historical information from decades past.

The newspaper report is tagged "Dean Martin Plans To Marry Another," and beautifully begins with similar sentiments that we here at ilovedinomartin have shared often before..." Singer Dean Martin portrays a swinger in his television and nightclub acts—and it appears his private life is beginning to live up to that image."   Likes as we have stated that 'specially after our Dino's encounter with Miss Renshaw, his professional and personal personas became more and more coolly congruent.

We won't take more of your time so that you can swankly soak in each and every Dino-detail shared in this incredibly informative prose.  We does want to say our thank you very much to the pallies at "California Digital Newspaper Collection" for bein' such a remarkable repository of noteworthy news.   To check this out in it's original source, simply clicks on the tag of this here Dino-gram.

We Remain,

Yours In Dino,

Dino Martin Peters

Dean Martin and daughter Gail

Desert Sun, Number 112, 13 December 1969 — Dean Martin Plans To Marry Another [ARTICLE]

Dean Martin Plans To Marry Another

LAS VEGAS, Nev. (UPI)Singer Dean Martin portrays a swinger in his television and nightclub acts—and it appears his private life is beginning to live up to that image. It was learned Friday that Martin intends to marry a 22 | year - old, blonde, blue - eye'd beauty queen, Gail Renshaw', who recently was named Miss World-USA. The Arlington, Va., girl, 3C years Martin’s junior, will be his second beauty queen wife. Martin's present wife, Jeanne Biegger Martin, was queen of the Orange Bowl Parade in Miami in 1949. Martin, a celebrity guest in the parade, walked alongside her float and asked her for a date. A whirlwind romance followed and the couple w ; as married that September. A tearful Mrs. Martin an- ; nounced the end of that marriage last Wednesday when she told newsmen that she was seeking a divorce because Martin told her he was in love with another woman. “I will comply w'ith his wdshes,” she said, “proceedings will begin immediately. “My deepest concern at the present is for our children.” The couple has three children: Doan Jr., 18; Ricci, 16; and Gina, 12. In addition, they raised four other children by Martin’s first marriage. Martin, who is hosting the 14th anniversary celebration of the Riviera Hotel here, spent the day Friday revamping his act, which contained such references to his wife as “keep those cards and letters coming to Jeanne and me.” Friday night Martin’s daughter by a previous marriage, Gail, opened the private “Dean Martin Night” show in the Riviera Lounge, Only she and Martin appeared before a crowd of some 800 to 900 “high rollers from cast of the Mississippi” who were admitted by invitation only. Martin has been in this gambling capital for the past several days, hosting the hotel’s five-day anniversary party, which began Wednesday. Film editors at NBC in Burbank, Calif., w'here Martin’s shows are taped, were editing out references to Mrs. Martin on 29 of Martin's shows which 1 already have been taped.

Sunday, October 13, 2019

Danny G's Sunday Serenade with Dino: "A Real Live Girl"

Good evenin', boys & ghouls!

Velcome to this veek's SPOOKY Sunday Serenade with Dino!
Ahhhhh Hahahaha!!!!

Did I sound creepy, pals?

Did youse feel that evil laugh?

Did youse catch the Count Dracula accent?! Hahaha!!!

Just tryin' to set the stage here, pallies.

After all, mi amici...Halloween is gettin' EERILY close & the vibe is in the air now.
Vampires, Werewolves & all the creatures of the night are gettin' ready to get down at the closest Monstery Bash!

Now, my little Dino-diggin' grave diggers...speakin' of thins' that go bump in the night...this time of year always gets me thinkin'...'bout how great our main man would have playin' the creepy Count himself!

Yes, pals!

He's definitely gots the right look for it.

Tall, Dark & Devilishly handsome.
Definitely gots the suave coolness for it.
And  AB SO LUTE LY would have NO problemo pickin' up vampy-type chicks for his vampy-type brides!

So...let's picture this.
Count Dino is layin' 'round his castle.
Wantin' for some company of the female type.

Yea, sure...he's got his un-dead ladies of the night.
But their so lame these days.
"Mezza morta"..."Half dead", haha!!

What our Cool Cool Count is cravin' some action!

Some hot blood pumpin' through some feisty chicalinas veins!

Thinks it's 'bout time our pal get;s himself "A Real Live Girl"!

Lovin' this Serenade , my friends!

It even has that "old school vinyl sound" to it.

So sit back, pals.
Were gettin' close to Tricks n' Treats.


Saturday, October 12, 2019

Tomorrow In Dino-history: October 13, 1969

Hey pallies, likes it's 'nother deep deep day in all of Dino-history.  The date is October 13 in the year of our Dino 1969, the place, our Dino's playground...'Vegas baby 'Vegas!  The time is after our Dino's swingin' show.  Likes that's the settin' pallies for one of the most  tremendously transformin' times in the life and times of our most most beloved Dino.

What happened pallies?  Likes we are turnin' to wonderfully wise words from our Dino's beautiful biographer Mr. Nick Tosches, scriber of "DINO: Living High In The Dirty Business Of Dreams," to tell this Dino-tale as only he can....

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Gail Renshaw was a blond, blue-eyed, twenty-two-year-old divorcée from Falls Church, Virginia.  She had been Miss Speedway, Miss Good Grooming, and Miss Snow Queen.   In September 1969, in Baltimore, she became Miss World-USA.   Bob Hope, who crowned her, gave her a small part a few weeks later on his television special "Roberta."   Her crown bore the jewels of duty as well as glamour:  As Miss World-USA, she also took on the responsibilities of "ambassadress of goodwill" for Frostie Root Beer, one of the pageant's sponsors.   Her manager, pageant director Al Patricelli of Bridgeport, Connecticut brought the ambassadress to Las Vegas in October to work a greeting-card convention before leaving for London to compete as the American representative in the Miss World Contest.   Dean was at the Riviera.   Dropping Bob Hope's name, Patricelli called the Riviera's press agent, Tony Zoppi, in the hope of having his client photographed with Dean.   "Bring her backstage after the show," Dean told Zoppi on October 13.  That night, wearing a dime-store crown and a MR. WONDERFUL-U.S.A. banner, he sat for a few pictures with her.  "The least you can do now is have dinner with me," he said to her after the photographer left.

When they went to dinner that first night, Dean brought along his daughter Gail who was two years older than the ambassadress.  After that, they met alone.   The ambassadress telephoned Ma and Pa Renshaw at their home in Alexandria, Virginia.   "You won't believe this," she told her mother, Edna, "but I'm in love."

We stand in absolute awe of Mr. Nick Tosches' retellin' of the story of our Dino.  No one, and we  mean no one has ever come close to his incredible insights and fantastic flair for words that offer keen knowin' of our most  most beloved Dino.  It is true that no one ever did or ever will truly "know" our King of Cool....but Mr. Tosches comes closer then anyone ever has in doin' so.

Look forward to more powerfully potent posts on this Dino-theme in the days to come here at ilovedinomartin.

We Remain,

Yours In Dino,

Dino Martin Peters

Friday, October 11, 2019

Martin incarnates Helm in full leering, lounge-lizard mode, complete with a revolving bed that dumps him into a swimming pool.

Hey pallies, likes more Dino-as-Matt-Helm ahead!  We were usin' our pallies at google's swank search engine lookin' for more 'n more powerfully perfect prose on our most beloved Dino as Matt Helm by enterin' our Dino's tag 'long with the words Matt Helm to see what we coulda find and we happened 'pon that beautifully bodacious blog "Cinema Retro's primo post "MR. HELM GOES TO HOLLYWOOD."

Likes this post seemed frankly familiar to us as we have share Cinema Retro's deep delight in Dino previously and when we did a bit of searchin' we discovered that way back in our first year of liftin' up the name of our most beloved Dino 'back on Tuesday, July 10, 2007 we had shared a bit of patter 'bout the energetic entry, "MR. HELM GOES TO HOLLYWOOD," but likes we have never ever posted these wondrous words here before.

So today we are perfectly pleased to share "RETRO-ACTIVE: THE BEST FROM CINEMA RETRO'S ARCHIVES" extraordinary essay "Donald Hamilton’s Serious Spy Becomes a Bond Parody" scribed by Mr. Matthew R. Bradley.  As that tag suggest this excellent epistle lovin'ly looks at how Hamilton's series of spy novels were transformed into the quartet of Dino-epics with Dino as swingin' spyster Matt Helm.  Truly this is a remarkable read and we loves the pairin' of potent prose with potent poses.

Likes once 'gain we have chosen our fav quintessential quotation to tag our patter, "Martin incarnates Helm in full leering, lounge-lizard mode, complete with a revolving bed that dumps him into a swimming pool."  Of course, we coulda goes on and on 'bout how much we deeply deeply digs this Dino-as-Helm essay, but we'll take our leave so that all youse Dino-philes can greatly glory in Bradley's intensely incredible insights.

We thanks the pallies at "Cinema Retro for sharin' Mr. Matthew Bradley's supreme sentiments on these four Dino-classic big screen blockbusters.  To checks this out in it's original source, likes simply clicks on the tag of this Dino-report.

We Remain,

Yours In Dino,

Dino Martin Peters

Cinema Retro

Thursday, October 10, 2019

En images : Matt Helm, agent très spécial

Hey pallies, likes we are always thrilled to find examples extraordinare of how deep devotion to our Dino comes from all over the universe and covers each and every aspect of our Dino's life, times, and teachin's.  Today as we continue enjoyin' many and varied celebrations of our most beloved Dino as super swingin' spy Matt Helm we take you to a French pad tagged "Challenges" where they have shared a quartet of incredible images of our Dino as Matt Helm under the tag " En images : Matt Helm, agent très spécial."

While we normally translate posts to English, we have chosen not to this time 'cause we deeply digs the original french darin'ly declarin' that Matt Helm is "agent très spécial".....indeed our main man is always "très spécial," but we would add 'specially so as the masterful Matt Helm.  The four swank screen caps appear to all be taken from Helmer uno, "The Silencers" and they are all very very special images of our one and only Dino...a couple of just Dino and a couple with his leadin' ladies.

Likes we stunnin'ly salute the pallie or pallies at "Challenges" for swankly salutin' our King of Cool in this way and helpin' their remarkable readership grow in knowin', lovin', and honorin' our most most beloved Dino.  It is widely stated that the French love our Dino's partner, Mr. Jerry Lewis, which we thinks is swell, it also shows the awesome admiration the French have for our Dino as well.
To checks this out in it's original source, simply clicks on the tag of this here Dino-gram.

We Remain,

Yours In Dino,

Dino Martin Peters

En images : Matt Helm, agent très spécial


Wednesday, October 09, 2019

Of course it's nice to hear some of Deno's singing in each fantasy and love scene.

 Hey pallies, likes guess what pallies....more Helmer action ahead!  Today we visit with a interestin'ly tagged blog, "M.G.M (MOVIE GOLD & MOLD)," who way back in '07 shared potent pixs and witty words accently  the quartet of Helmer in total under the tag "THE MATT HELM SERIES WITH DEAN MARTIN."

Likes we gotta 'fess up that one thin' that drives us crazy 'bout this post is that several times the scriber sez "Deno" as in the title we used for this Dino-gram.  We ain't sure if they don't know better, or they are simply showin' their version of playfulness, but, of course, we powerfully prefer that our main man is tagged DINO, or at least Deano.

Other then that we have found mucho to enjoy in this rewardin' reflection on our most beloved Dino as swingin' spyster Matt Helm.  We devotely digs the the veritable variety of images used to set the Dino-tone from original post art for Helmers 1, 3, and 4 as well as a trio of provocative poses, the last two of which are purely purely potent Dino-images as we loves the expressions on our Dino's face.

The scriber of these words has some interestin' observations to share on our Dino as Helm and we found these particular words to be incredibly instructin': "The idea of Dean Martin in a James Bond type role is good enough to make anyone laugh out loud! And that's exactly what everyone of these Matt Helm movies delivered! What's not to love? the Go-Go music, the psychedelic colors, the groovy gadgets, the crazy women in mini skirts and a lot of sexual innuendos!"

Likes with remarkable recommendations likes that, likes who coulda resist gettin' into the Helmer action with our one and only Dino?!?!?!?!?!  NONE WE DARE SAY!!!!!  'Though it took us way way to long to gets these post into print at ilovedinomartin, as we often say, "better late then never."
We thanks the pallies at "M.G.M (MOVIE GOLD & MOLD)" for seein' mucho more gold then mold in  "THE MATT HELM SERIES WITH DEAN MARTIN."  To checks this out in it's original source, simply clicks on the tag of this here Dino-message.

We Remain,

Yours In Dino,

Dino Martin Peters

Thursday, October 11, 2007




Although the movie titles and the character Matt Helm was based on the spy novels by Donald Hamilton, none of the elements of this fictional character was represented in this series of super spy movies, part of the James Bond craze of the 60's.

The idea of Dean Martin in a James Bond type role is good enough to make anyone laugh out loud! And that's exactly what everyone of these Matt Helm movies delivered! What's not to love? the Go-Go music, the psychedelic colors, the groovy gadgets, the crazy women in mini skirts and a lot of sexual innuendos!

What's really great is that Deno is probably over 50 years old here, much like Roger Moore as Bond. It's hilarious to see those beautiful young women just flock to this tired old man! It also obvious in some of these films he sees no reason to hide his old age...But having him pair up with hotties like Ann Margret, Stella Stevens, Elke Sommer or Sharon Tate, I don't see he needs to complain either..

Most of the action sequences you can tell Martin was using a stunt double, no suprise here. But the annoying thing is a lot of these movies the timing was pretty bad, it would take a second or 2 before Martin makes a facial response to something, the camera will be held to a shot of Deno with a blank look on his face, then he reacts and the audience are expected to laugh at that. Also the phony driving scenes are really bizzare, everyone can tell it's a non moving car with a panning background, but the car is shaking up and down like its treading over one speed bump over another. The company cars for the secret service must have really bad shocks or something, after a while the viewer needs to pull over from car sickness!

Of course it's nice to hear some of Deno's singing in each fantasy and love shot I really like, I think it was the "Ambushers" with Ann Margret, she;s wearing a dress that is made out of explosives, Matt Helm has to rip it off her then throws the dress at a picture to Sinatra and blows it up! Love it!

My personal favorite out of the series is "The Wrecking Crew", mostly because of the soundtrack by Hugo Montenegro, it has a bit of a Burt Bachrach/Swing Out Sister flavor. There are some great gadget in these films like a gun that shoot backwards, camera that launches smoke bombs, a round bed that flips over to the swimming pool...great outfits too like a woman wearing a bikini that serves as a telephone or a hat that is really a lit tiki torch!

In "The wrecking Crew" Nacny Kwan plays one of the villains name Yu_Rang, I love how every time she comes on screen you hear the little gong/Chinese music playing in the background, I think this is the only sfx still use today in many films and TV, like every Asian in the world walks around with their little oriental theme playing! However at the end of "The Wrecking Crew" during the closing credits the fans were informed to look out for the next installment of the series "The Ravagers", but the film was never made... This suggests to me that George Clooney ought to continue this film as Matt Helm in the same manner...with female leads such as Angelina Jolie, Lucy Liu, and Kate Hudson and so on...

Tuesday, October 08, 2019

One of my guiltier pleasures is the “Matt Helm” films of the mid-60s.

Hey pallies, likes today we are potently pleased to bring yet 'nother intriguin' twist on our Dino as swingin' spyster Matt Helm from the pen of Mr. Jeff Costello who scribes at his blog tagged "Counter-Currents Publishing - Books Against Time."  Mr. Costello's post, "“The Flash in the Pan”: Fascism & Fascist Insignia in the Spy Spoofs of the 1960s."  Likes as you can tell by the title of his scribin's, Jeff is accentin more then just the Matt Helm capers and his emphasis is on Fascism and Fascist Insignias in big screen "spy spoofs."

Likes  Mr. Costello doesn't say a ton 'bout our Dino, but we are pleased as punch to read his revealin' reflection that we have used as the tag of this Dino-gram: "One of my guiltier pleasures is the “Matt Helm” films of the mid-60s."  The value of Jeff's efforts are to give a great background on how the Matt Helm flicks came to be made and a ton of thoughts on the baddies of Helm....B.I.G.O.

It's a fun read, and mostly we have included the first part of Costello's work that is Helmer read the post in it's entirety, simply clicks on the tag of this here Dino-message.   We salute Mr. Jeff Costello for his remarkable reflections of Helm with the most interestin' of twists and thank him for spreadin' his devotion to our Dino as Helm at his blog.

We remain,

Yours in Dino,

Dino Martin Peters

“The Flash in the Pan”: Fascism & Fascist Insignia in the Spy Spoofs of the 1960s

Jeff Costello

Dean Martin as Matt Helm

One of my guiltier pleasures is the “Matt Helm” films of the mid-60s. There were four of these, all produced by Irving Allen and starring Dean Martin as secret agent Matt Helm. The first (The Silencers) appeared in 1966. The story behind these films is an interesting one. In the 1950s Irving Allen was partnered with Albert R. (“Cubby”) Broccoli. Things came to an end, however, when Broccoli announced that he was interested in purchasing the film rights to the James Bond novels by Ian Fleming. Allen thought this a terrible idea, and according to legend told Fleming over lunch that he didn’t think his novels were good enough even for television (!). Broccoli and Allen went their separate ways, the former partnering with Harry Saltzman. Their first film together was 1962’s Dr. No, starring Sean Connery.

The result left Mr. Allen with a considerable amount of egg on his face. Not to be deterred – and apparently unburdened by neither a sense of irony nor of shame – he purchased the rights to Donald Hamilton’s series of Matt Helm spy novels. These books were actually the antithesis of Fleming’s: Helm was a cold-blooded, no-nonsense American assassin, a character as devoid of charm as Hamilton’s realistic plots were devoid of Bondian fantasy. Irving launched a phoney, “world-wide” search for an actor with the balls enough to play Helm – but in reality Dean Martin apparently had the part all along.

With a vocal style uncomfortably close to that of Bing Crosby, Martin had carefully cultivated the image of a boozy, lovable playboy. (In reality, he was by all accounts a serious, introverted man whose on-stage glasses of “whisky” were actually iced tea.) He was an odd choice for an American James Bond. But the Matt Helm films were consciously aimed at an unsophisticated, lower-middle-class American audience. The people who thought Bond was just a wee bit too toffee-nosed and foreign. The cinematic Matt Helm was Bond if Bond had been from Long Island. Helm was a boozing, womanizing wastrel. Incorrigibly lazy, he is depicted in two of the films as unable to get out of bed to answer a call from the head of I.C.E. (Intelligence Counter-Espionage). But somehow he is always the only man who can save the world.

Dean Martin as Matt Helm

The Helm films borrow shamelessly from Bond but exaggerate all the Bondian elements. Instead of Maurice Binder’s tasteful nude silhouettes, the credits sequence of the first Helm film features a strip show (the title “The Silencers” appears over the boobs of one of the girls, when she flings off her top). Unlike the spiritually virile Bond, who attracts women by actually seeming to be rather indifferent to them, Helm is a leering, eye-popping adolescent sex maniac. Instead of an Aston Martin complete with lethal accessories, Helm drives a 1965 Mercury Parklane station wagon complete with a bar and a bed (convenient for roadside quickies).The Helm films also frequently push the limit in sexual innuendo and double entendres. (The poster for the first film features Martin astride the barrel of a huge gun, under the words “Matt Helm Shoots the Works!”) Perhaps the most amusing of these is the name of the evil organization Helm confronts in three of the four films: B.I.G.O.

Pronounced “Big Oh,” the letters stand for Bureau of International Government and Order. Evil organizations with acronyms for names were a staple of the Bond-inspired films and television shows of the 1960s. The granddaddy of all of these was Fleming’s S.P.E.C.T.R.E.: The Special Executive for Counter-Intelligence, Terrorism, Revenge, and Extortion. S.P.E.C.T.R.E. had been introduced in Fleming’s 1961 novel Thunderball, which he had actually based (without attribution) on a screenplay written with Kevin McClory and Jack Whittingham. S.P.E.C.T.R.E. was conceived by Messrs. Fleming, McClory, and Whittingham as a relatively small organization made up of the greatest criminal brains of the world. Headed by the sinister, asexual German-Greek Ernst Stavro Blofeld (Fleming’s villains were often foreign mongrels) the organization was apolitical, and aimed simply at making a profit – it is never depicted as motivated by any sort of political ideology. (For example, in Thunderball S.P.E.C.T.R.E. steals two nuclear bombs with the intention of extorting £100 million from the United States and Great Britain.)

Blofeld's bathosub with S.P.E.C.T.R.E. insignia (from "Diamonds Are Forever," 1971)

In the Bond films, which eventually came to completely eclipse the novels in the popular imagination, S.P.E.C.T.R.E. became a vast organization equipped with its own secret island (From Russia with Love), steel-lined Paris headquarters (Thunderball), and steel-framed rocket base concealed inside an inactive volcano (You Only Live Twice). Blofeld really loved steel. In For Your Eyes Only (1981), Bond disposes of a Blofeld-like character who begs for his life, promising to build Bond “a delicatessen in stainless steel” (I am not kidding – watch it and see for yourself). And in the films S.P.E.C.T.R.E. has its own insignia: a stylized octopus.

B.I.G.O. uniform patch from "The Silencers"

When S.P.E.C.T.R.E. became B.I.G.O. in the Matt Helm films, however, a curious thing happened. B.I.G.O. was not merely a vast criminal organization – it was a vast right-wing conspiracy. The aim of the Bureau of International Government and Order was world domination: the creation of one world, fascist-style government. And, of course, it had to have its own insignia, just like S.P.E.C.T.R.E., and this is where things get really interesting: B.I.G.O.’s emblem was a lightning bolt through a circle (an “O”), uncannily similar to the official symbol of Sir Oswald Mosley’s British Union of Fascists (even the color scheme is the same).

Derisively referred to by critics of the B.U.F. as “the flash in the pan” (I have to admit that this is witty), the “Flash and Circle” was adopted by the organization in the summer of 1935, replacing the fasces. It was supposed to represent “the flash of action within a circle of unity” and was designed by Eric Hamilton Percy, Commander of the Fascist Defence Force.[1] A similar insignia was adopted by the Canadian Union of Fascists (a lightning bolt over a maple leaf), and in 1948 Mosley revived the flash and circle as the emblem of his new party, the Union Movement.

The B.I.G.O. “flash and circle” was introduced in The Silencers, but features even more prominently near the beginning of the second Helm film Murderers’ Row (also 1966). In this film, the head of the organization is played to hammy perfection by Karl Malden, who is seen wearing a flash and circle ring (like the S.P.E.C.T.R.E. octopus rings prominently featured in Thunderball), and seated in a kind of throne festooned with flashes and circles.

As a fascist super power, B.I.G.O. was by no means unique among the 60s spy spoofs. Indeed, one of the interesting features of that cinematic phenomenon – the vast scope of which (from about 1965 to 1969) is largely forgotten today – is that the villains in the American films and television shows were almost always in the B.I.G.O. mold: quasi fascist secret organizations out to “take over the world.” On the other hand, the British and Continental spy films of the period usually feature villains moved by pure profit, not ideology – or by some strangely personal motivation. (For example, the 1966 Dino de Laurentiis-produced Se Tutte le Donne del Mondo – released in the U.S. as Kiss the Girls and Make Them Die – features a villain who plans to kill off the human race and repopulate the planet by inseminating a bevy of beautiful women kept in a state of suspended animation.)

The reason for this difference between the American and European spy extravaganzas is not hard to discern. Americans had been sold on entering the Second World War with the promise that the fascists were out to “take over the world.” This ridiculous fabrication is still believed almost universally by Americans. Villains assimilated to this “fascist” model were therefore very easy for Americans to understand, and so Blofeld was transmuted into a plethora of little Hitlers and Mussolinis and Mosleys, armed this time with all the “secret weapons” we were frightened that the fascists might be developing in hollowed-out mountain lairs: death rays and flying saucers and doomsday devices of all kinds.

I started watching the 60s spy spoofs as a child, when local TV stations would run them in the afternoons. Bond was always a big TV event back then. He was only shown around my bedtime, and always with parental warnings (which seem absurd today). As a consequence, I was exposed to the Bond spoofs prior to ever being exposed to Bond. I thrilled to the adventures of Matt Helm, Derek Flint, The Man From U.N.C.L.E., Mission: Impossible, and The Avengers. The odd thing was that I usually found the villains more attractive than the heroes. The villains, for one thing, had those terrific, steel-lined underground lairs. They had snazzy uniforms (with thrilling lightning-bolt insignia). They were ruthless and efficient. They were serious and disciplined. They seemed bent on doing something important. The heroes, on the other hand, were usually wise-cracking hedonists – the most extreme example, of course, being Matt Helm.

Was this childhood attraction to B.I.G.O. and Thrush and Galaxy (we’ll come to the latter two organizations in a moment) a sign of my incipient fascism? Probably. But much more interesting is what these American spy spoofs reveal about the modern American soul. Let’s focus just on Matt Helm for the moment, as paradigmatic of the genre. It’s discipline, order, duty, and iron will (the villains) . . . against hedonism, debauchery, and selfish abandon (the hero). (I didn’t mention this earlier but Matt Helm always has to be talked into taking a break from chasing tail so that he can save the world.) The conflict between America and fascism in World War II was presented as the conflict between freedom and slavery. In Matt Helm, however, the truth is laid bare and the conflict revealed for what it really was. The freedom of Matt Helm is mere license. He’s out to make the world safe not for democracy and individual rights, but for boozing and boinking and sleeping till noon. That’s the American Dream, and he is living it. And so when those handsome, uniformed, lock-step, lightning-bolted troops in their spotless lairs are blown to kingdom come we can all cheer. Who did they think they were, anyway?

Monday, October 07, 2019

Dinosaurs once roamed the earth. In the 1960s, Dean Martin roamed the earth.

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Science fiction author Marty Fugate thinks this cosmic statue in Selby Five Points Park looks like a portal to another dimension — ideally, he would have positioned himself in the center of it.
Hey pallies, likes almost daily and likes sometimes multiply times daily, our pallies at google Dino-'lerts send us announcements of Dino-emulation from all 'round the Dino-universe and those excellent examples of deep deep Dino-devotion likes hardly ever gets turned into Dino-grams here at our humble little ilovedinomartin waterin' hole.  Why?.....many of use Dino-philes might quire.

The plain and simple fact is that if we pattered on each and every beautiful bit of Dino-adulation we would never gets 'round to sharin' all the other largely lovin' ways that the name of our most most most beloved Dino gets lifted up all over the ol' world wide web.

That said pallies, today we are makin' an eager except 'cause we have found a deeply delightful, remarkable review of a Dino-review takin' place from now 'til February 2 in the swank state of Florida, Sarasota to be precise.  From the online presence of "" from the powerful pen of supreme scriber Mr. Marty Fugate (pictured on the right) comes his ravin' revelatory review tagged "FST swings into its new season with a Dean Martin revue - That’s Amoré!' raises a glass to Martin’s musical legacy at Florida Studio Theatre."

From the opennin' two sentences of Mr. Fugate's (which we have chosen to use to tag this post) we keenly knew that this premier production is coolly chocked full of awesome amore for our King of Cool.  And as we readily read on, we also keenly knew that this reverent review must be passed on to deservin' Dino-holics everywhere.  We ain't gonna goes on much longer with this patter 'cause we deeply desires that all youse Dino-devotees read it for your Dino-own.  We would highlight that this potent production, as Marty noteworthy notes is "packed with fun facts"....facts 'bout our one and only Dino.  Likes how fantastically fabulous to not only hear a ton of our Dino's coolest croons, but to grow deeper in Dino-edification accentin' the life, the times, and the teachin's of our Dino!

We heartily herald wise and wonderful writer Mr. Marty Futage and the pallies at "" for sharin' this premier prose with the larger Dino-world.  Hats off as well to all the fine folks at Florida Studio Theatre for this tremendous tribute to our mighty majestic marvelous Dino.  To checks this out in it's original format and see the plentiful photos of the Dino-review, simply clicks on the tag of this Dino-report.  And, likes if youse clicks HERE you will be taken to the home pad of Flordia Studio Theatre where then are more rare reviews of this perfect production a la Dino.

We Remain,

Yours In Dino,

Dino Martin Peters

FST swings into its new season with a Dean Martin revue

That’s Amoré!' raises a glass to Martin’s musical legacy at Florida Studio Theatre.

by: Marty Fugate Contributor

Dinosaurs once roamed the earth. In the 1960s, Dean Martin roamed the earth. To a kid growing up in the 1960s, he seemed like a living fossil. What was the big deal? “That’s Amoré!” answers the question in FST’s latest cabaret production.

Richard and Rebecca Hopkins’ revue features a singing/dancing quartet backed up by Andrew Deeb on drums and Jim Prosser on piano. The singer/actors aren’t in character but tend to gravitate to certain roles. Roughly speaking, Mike Backes is the default Dean Martin; Nick Anastasia is Jerry Lewis; Nygel D. Robinson is a universal Mr. Cool; and Emily Dennis is Marilyn Monroe — or whatever powerful woman was drawn to the Rat Pack’s orbit.

As always, the show is packed with fun facts. You learn that Dean Martin (born Dino Paul Crocetti) started out as a critically despised Bing Crosby imitator and found commercial and critical success after he found his own groove. He loved not wisely but too well. Martin had three wives and eight children — one of whom died in a tragic plane accident. Martin also loved alcohol but played it up as part of his tipsy, playboy image. (Those martini glasses were often filled with apple juice.) Along with a great voice, Martin was blessed with a photogenic face. That face appeared in a string of hit movies. On TV, Martin teamed up with Jerry Lewis in the “Martin and Lewis Show” in the 1950s. Martin didn’t get along with the wired workaholic, and they famously split. Lewis was conspicuously absent from “The Dean Martin Show,” which ran from 1965 to 1974. In Las Vegas, Martin famously teamed up with Joey Bishop, Sammy Davis Jr., Frank Sinatra, Peter Lawford and others. The press called them “The Rat Pack.” They called themselves “The Summit,” when Davis nixed the notion of “The Clan.” And did we mention Martin’s hits?

The first act kicks off with “Ain’t That a Kick in the Head,” pitches “Pennies from Heaven” and nods to “The Naughty Lady of Shady Lane,” who presumably worked “That Old Black Magic.” Martin’s surrogates protest “I Can’t Give You Anything But Love.” The titular “That’s Amoré” affirms that Martin had plenty of love to share.

The second act sings the praises of Martin’s Italian heritage with “Mambo Italiano” and “Volaré.” But love is the universal language. “I Wanna Be Loved By You,” “Everybody Loves Somebody” and “You’re Nobody Till Somebody Loves Loves You” prove Martin was fluent in it.

The Hopkins’ revue cleverly illustrates Martin’s biography with his music. “What Would You Do Without Me” becomes an ode to his spats with Lewis. The various love anthems sing the flings of Martin’s hungry heart (and the affairs, divorces and remarriages that ensued).

Catherine Randazzo directs with the snappy pace and winking wit you might have seen on Martin’s variety show. (Or “Laugh-in,” which it spawned.) The singing actors are winning in their loosely worn characters. The scenes where Martin and Lewis tangle are particularly funny. Anastasia’s Lewis comes off as a manic Chihuahua nipping at the bulldog heels of Backes’ Martin. Robinson is too cool for school and plays a mean cello. Dennis’ bombshell character fearlessly crashes the boy’s club. (And she plays a mean cello too.)

If You Go
When: Through Feb. 2

Where: FST Court Cabaret, 1265 First St.

Tickets: $34-$39

Info: Call 366-9000.

Susan Angermann’s costumes (tuxes for the guys and poured-into evening gowns for Dennis) crisply capture the lush life of the era. Darren Server’s music direction and Prosser’s arrangements pick up the pace on the lounge lizard tunes.

You’re in for an entertaining evening. This celebration of the Dean Martin songbook doesn’t take itself too seriously. But it proves a serious point …

Martin was of his time.

But his music is far from extinct, baby.

Sunday, October 06, 2019

Danny G's Sunday Serenade with Dino: "Any Time"

Hey there, pals o mine!

Seemed like a fast week!
Didn't it?

Don't want this FUN FUN month goin' by too darn quick!

Gotta squeeze as many Dino-thrills out as humanly possible, my friends!

O, I'm sorry, mi amici...may I invite youse in? Great!
Grab a seat!
Stay for a bit.

Yes, pallies...this invitation goes out to ALL!

Dino lovers far & wide!
Young & old!

Join me for a moment of fun!
A moment of relaxin'!
A moment to soak in the GREAT GREAT power of Dean!

Hey pals...that's my offer for youse.

Hope it's intriguin'!

Hope it brightens your day!

Hope I can stop ramblin' & actually get a tune playin'!

I gets a little TOO pumped, this time of year, pallies!

O well...what can I say?

Not to mention...Today's Serenade just got me in one of those moods, mi amici.

"Anytime" is just SO SO reassurin' to me that our BESTEST pal is ALWAYS there when we need him the most!

If your feelin' blue...if youse is a wee bit lonely....or maybe youse just needs a little comfortin' from our main man...Dino is ALWAYS there to help!

Always there to lighten the load & lead the way... through his music & inspiration!

ANY darn TIME!!!

Man o I ramblin' again?!

Sorry, pallies!
This bea u ti ful Fall weather must be gettin' to me!

Anyways, pals...I grabbed this COOL COOL jam off Dino's 1963 al b um, "Country Style".
A little "Tex" Martin to slow the week down...just a bit.
Sound good?

OK...let's get to the jammin'!

Remember this one, mi amici!
It's SURE to get youse through even the bluest day.


Saturday, October 05, 2019

.....and the expressiveness of Dean Martin, a drunkard former hero, a man who has hit the bottom and needs just a chance to recover.

Hey pallies, likes as we were preparin' to get's yester-Dino-day's devotion ready to post, the thought came to us wonderin' if perhaps the Italiano blog pad tagged ""L'occhio critico," which translates to  The Critical Eye" might perhaps have other Dino-focused reviews as well.  So, we simply put the name of our most beloved Dino in their blog search engine and up came an earlier review of the classic of classic Dino-flicks "Rio Bravo."

So, likes below we share the Critical Eye's reflection tagged "NETWORK 4, 15.50: A dollar of honor."  We are likes completely curious how "Rio Bravo" got tagged "A dollar of honor" when
shown in Italy."  Also for some reason instead of namin' Mr. Howard Hawks as the director, the unknown reviewer gave the credit to Howard Hughes.  Such thin's gets greatly lost in translation  often.

But, likes 'though the scriber of this review doesn't say much 'bout our most beloved Dino, what he sez, that we have used as the tag of this Dino-gram, we beautifully believe is so so right on the Dino-mark....."and the expressiveness of Dean Martin, a drunkard former hero, a man who has hit the bottom and needs just a chance to recover."  Indeed our one and only Dino playin' the character of the Dude is extraordinarily expressive in each and every one of his solemn scenes.  We loves sharin' Dino-devotion of the incredibly international sort, and we loves the incredible insight that this Italiano pallie has in nailin' what makes our Dino's powerful performance so so potently powerful.

To checks this out in it's original source, simply clicks on the tag of this Dino-gram.  We thanks the author which we just discovered is tagged "Mino" for swankly sharin' this respectful review of what many believe is our most beloved Dino's greatest performance in his greatest big screen effort.
And, likes pallies, if any of youse have a clue why "Rio Bravo" was known as "A dollar of honor" on the Italiano screens, do drop us some Dino-patter.

We Remain,

Yours In Dino,

Dino Martin Peters

NETWORK 4, 15.50: A dollar of honor

Mino March 21, 2014 Western Article navigation

A dollar of honor

A dollar of honor A DOLLAR OF HONOR  by Howard Hughes. With John Wayne, Dean Martin, Angie Dickinson, Ricky Nelson. USA, 1959. Western.

Based on the story of Rio Bravo  by BH McCampbell,  A Dollar of Honor won two Golden Laurels, and received a DGA Award nomination. Rio Bravo, Texas: Sheriff John T. Chance does his best to maintain order in the city, despite the fact that his deputy, Dude, is now reduced to a poor drunk, and the wealthy family of the Burdette face the good and the bad time. But when Joe Burdette, brother of the breadwinner Nathan, kills an unarmed bartender, Chance can't help but arrest him. In response, Nathan Burdette mobilizes the entire family, ready to besiege the prison until his brother is released. At Chance's side there are only Dude, in search of redemption, the young and inexperienced gunslinger Colorado Ryan, the old lame Lumpy, and a new player in town, Feathers.

When the Austrian Fred Zinnemann realized, in 1952, High  Noon , in a way demythifying the western to the point of leaving the hero par excellence (the sheriff) alone without an ally, criticizing at the same time the movement of the Hollywood blacklists and McCarthyism in general, many were unhappy with the message of which his film was a spokesman. Among these were director Howard Hughes and the Duke, John Wayne, who joined in a partnership to give a "conservative" response to what was perceived as Zinnemann's anti-Americanism. The result is a true archetype of the western, one of the most beloved, appreciated and later copied films of the genre, which overturns the viewpoint of High  Noon, but it does so with a style and a sense of the epic remained largely unmatched. A dollar of honor  opens with a long incipit without dialogues, which nails the viewer simply using the atmospheres cleverly created by Hughes and the expressiveness of Dean Martin, a drunkard former hero, a man who has hit the bottom and needs just a chance to recover. From the entry of the Duke, it is pure history of cinema: the revealing beer, the daring costume of Angie Dickinson, the sarcastic remarks of the grumpy Walter Brennan, Martin and Ricky Nelson singing  My Rifle, My Pony and Me , Dimitri Tiomkin rearranging the  El Degüello played by Generalissimo Santa Anna, up to a final shooting that marked the genre, and changed the way of telling the western. Compared to Zinnemann, Hughes completely changes perspective, and instead of the sheriff left to his own devices, he introduces one who finds himself with so many allies that he doesn't know what to do with them; the author reappropriates the only American mythology of the time, and returns the original epic spirit, enriching it with the profound and at times moving humanity of the protagonists, while maintaining the Manichean division between "good" and "bad" (which however they compete with those who shoot the most). It's not just simple simple morality (an opportunity for redemption comes for everyone, regardless of how low you can fall), the impetuous love story between Chance and Feathers,

L'occhio critico
"Un critico è un uomo che conosce la strada, ma non sa guidare l'auto." [Kenneth Tynan]
RETE 4, 15.50: Un dollaro d’onore
Minomarzo 21, 2014WesternNavigazione articoli
Un dollaro d'onoreUN DOLLARO D’ONORE di Howard Hughes. Con John Wayne, Dean Martin, Angie Dickinson, Ricky Nelson. USA, 1959. Western.

Tratto dal racconto Rio Bravo di B. H. McCampbell, Un dollaro d’onore ha vinto due Golden Laurel, ed ha ricevuto una nomination ai DGA Award. Rio Bravo, Texas: lo sceriffo John T. Chance fa del proprio meglio per mantenere l’ordine in città, nonostante il suo vice, Dude, sia ormai ridotto a un povero ubriacone, e la ricca famiglia dei Burdette faccia il bello e il cattivo tempo. Quando però Joe Burdette, fratello del capofamiglia Nathan, uccide un barista disarmato, Chance non può far altro che arrestarlo. In risposta, Nathan Burdette mobilita l’intera famiglia, pronto ad assediare la prigione fino a che il fratello non sarà liberato. Al fianco di Chance si schierano solo Dude, in cerca di redenzione, il giovane ed inesperto pistolero Colorado Ryan, il vecchio zoppo Lumpy, ed una giocatrice nuova in città, Feathers.

Quando l’austriaco Fred Zinnemann realizzò, nel 1952, Mezzogiorno di fuoco, demitizzando in certo modo il western fino a lasciare l’eroe per antonomasia (lo sceriffo) da solo senza un alleato, criticando nel contempo il movimento delle liste nere di Hollywood ed il maccartismo in genere, non pochi furono scontenti del messaggio di cui il suo film si faceva portavoce. Fra questi c’erano anche il regista Howard Hughes e il Duca, John Wayne, che si unirono in un sodalizio per dare una risposta “conservatrice” a quello che era stato percepito come anti-americanismo di Zinnemann. Il risultato è un vero e proprio archetipo del western, uno dei film più amati, apprezzati ed in seguito copiati del genere, che ribalta il punto di vista di Mezzogiorno di fuoco, ma lo fa con uno stile ed un senso dell’epica rimasti largamente ineguagliati. Un dollaro d’onore si apre con un lungo incipit privo di dialoghi, che inchioda lo spettatore usando semplicemente le atmosfere sapientemente create da Hughes e dall’espressività di Dean Martin, ex eroe ora ubriacone, un uomo che ha toccato il fondo ed ha bisogno solo di una chance per riprendersi. Dall’entrata in scena del Duca, è pura storia del cinema: la birra rivelatrice, il costume all’epoca osé di Angie Dickinson, le battute sarcastiche del burbero Walter Brennan, Martin e Ricky Nelson che cantano My Rifle, My Pony and Me, Dimitri Tiomkin che riarrangia il El Degüello suonato dal Generalissimo Santa Anna, fino ad una sparatoria finale che ha segnato il genere, ed ha cambiato il modo di raccontare il western. Rispetto a Zinnemann, Hughes cambia del tutto prospettiva, ed al posto dello sceriffo abbandonato a se stesso, ne introduce uno che si ritrova con talmente tanti alleati da non sapere che farsene; l’autore si riappropria dell’unica mitologia americana dell’epoca, e le restituisce lo spirito epico originale, arricchendolo con la profonda ed a tratti commovente umanità dei protagonisti, pur mantenendo inalterata la divisione manichea tra “buoni” e “cattivi” (che comunque fanno a gara a chi spara di più). Non è solo la morale semplice semplice (un’occasione di redenzione arriva per tutti, indipendentemente da quanto in basso si possa cadere), l’irruenta storia d’amore tra Chance e Feathers, l’epica legata alla figura del cowboy, la splendida colonna sonora, l’impeccabile regia di Hughes, le ottime interpretazioni o la brillante sceneggiatura di Jules Furthman e Leigh Brackett: è tutto questo e anche di più, una somma di fattori che regalano al genere uno dei suoi capolavori assoluti.


Friday, October 04, 2019

...the womanizer Dean Martin...

Hey pallies, likes today we wishes that we were fluent in, or at least had a workin' knowledge of Italian, cause as much as we appreciate our pallies at Google Translate, we know, as we are certain youse knows as well, translatin' Dino-devotion from the language of the scriber (in this case Italian) to the language of the reader (in this case English) can leave out much of the noteworthy nuances of the mother tongue of the proser.

Likes such, we thinka is the case this Dino-day as we present 'nother revelatory review of that big screen sex farce from the year of our Dino, 1964, "Kiss Me Stupid"......still recognized as our most beloved Dino's most controversial flick.  This intriguin' international Italiano  Dino-devotion comes from the blog tagged "L'occhio critico," which translates to  The Critical Eye."  The post is tagged "SKY CINEMA CLASSICS, 9.00pm: Kiss me, stupid."

While, as we stated in the beginnin' of this Dino-entry, we do wish that we knew Italiano to have deeper appreciato for the swank scribin's of the unknown reviewer, the potent patter on our Dino is short 'n sweet, and incredibly insightful on our Dino playin' his Dino-self....."the womanizer Dean Martin."  Of course, likes we wishes that more had been spoken on our Dino's perfecto performance as himself, but the Dino-description is to the Dino-point for certain.

We thanks the unknown Italian reviewer for this remarkable review sure to encourage many of their readership to view "Kiss Me Stupid" and to desire more 'n more of our one and only Dino!  To checks this out in it's original source, likes simply clicks on the tag of this particular prose a la Dino!

We Remain,

Yours In Dino,

Dino Martin Peters

SKY CINEMA CLASSICS, 9.00pm: Kiss me, stupid
MinoMarch 26, 2018 Comedy , Sentimental Article navigation

KISS ME,  STUPID by Billy Wilder. With Kim Novak, Dean Martin, Ray Walston, Felicia Farr. USA, 1964. Comedy.

Taken from the play  The time of fantasy  by Anna Bonacci,  Kiss me, stupid  is the twenty-first film by Billy Wilder. Orville J. Spooner is a provincial musician, mortally jealous of his beautiful wife Zelda. Together with the gas station Barney Millsap, Orville wrote several songs, all rejected by the most important radios. The golden opportunity to publicize them comes when the well-known singer Dino stops in town: to grace her, Orville sends Zelda to her parents, and replaces her with the Entraineuse  Polly, instructing her to seduce the singer. The exchange will inevitably lead to a series of misunderstandings.

In 1952, the theatrical comedy  L'ora della fantasia  had already inspired the Italian Mario Camerini for his  Wife for a night, with an unforgettable Gina Lollobrigida. Ten years later, Billy Wilder manages to get the rights to the pièce, and draws a film that, in his intentions, would have seen Jack Lemmon as the jealous musician Orville, his wife Felicia Farr in those of the beautiful wife Zelda, and Marilyn Monroe in the succinct robes of Polly la Pistola (became "la Bomba" in Italian dubbing). Lemmon pulled back because of other contractual obligations, and was replaced by Peter Sellers, who had to leave a series of heart attacks afterwards; the sudden death of Monroe in 1962 caused the production to move further, until, two years later, Kim Novak and Ray Walston were engaged in the two main roles. The problems for  Kiss me, stupid they did not end with the production, since at the time of distribution the film ended in the crosshairs of the censorship: the pressure of various associations, such as the Catholic Legion of Decency, managed to put sufficient pressure on the comedy to be released to minors under eighteen revenues in the United States. The fury of well-meaning and bigots, for once, is not accidental, and  Kiss me, stupid indeed it is detached in tone and style from the previous works of Billy Wilder, who also were not puritanical or politically correct. The comedy of misunderstandings between the morbidly jealous Ray Walston, his wife Felicia Farr, the womanizer Dean Martin and the incognito escort Kim Novak, all in an "infallible" plan orchestrated by the ambitious Cliff Osmond, leads to different moments undoubtedly funny, especially about a passionate cast and the irreprehensible sense of rhythm and storytelling Wilder, but also an unusually greedy and vulgar, a sharp change of course compared to previous work undoubtedly provocative, but still refined and intelligent . Even malice, separated from the usual satirical sphere, appears self-healing and an end in itself, a pure exercise of cruelty which, in putting the seduction and hypocrisy of the American bourgeoisie to the sedan, enters a game of slaughter from which nothing is gathered, if not an immense complacency on the part of the director. Many things make it Kiss me, stupid  a classic, and right, starting from the music of the Gershwin up to the hilarious sketches between Walston and Novak, but while maintaining its scratchy style Wilder can not go beyond the provocation as an end in itself, in an unexpected fall of style that, more than demolish the hypocrisy and the moralism of the middle class, it beats a hand on the shoulder alone having fun mocking a common sense of decency at the time more than ever fierce. Compared to most of today's comedies,  Kiss me, stupid  remains a champion of sophistication and intelligence, but from a giant like Billy Wilder it is fair to expect much better.

ORIGINAL TITLE:  Kiss Me, Stupid

SKY CINEMA CLASSICS, 21.00: Baciami, stupido
Minomarzo 26, 2018   Commedia, Sentimentale Navigazione articoli

BACIAMI, STUPIDO di Billy Wilder. Con Kim Novak, Dean Martin, Ray Walston, Felicia Farr. USA, 1964. Commedia.

Tratto dalla pièce L’ora della fantasia di Anna Bonacci, Baciami, stupido è il ventunesimo film di Billy Wilder. Orville J. Spooner è un musicista di provincia, mortalmente geloso della bella moglie Zelda. Assieme al benzinaio Barney Millsap, Orville ha scritto diverse canzoni, tutte rifiutate dalle più importanti radio. L’occasione d’oro per pubblicizzarle si presenta quando il noto cantante Dino si ferma in paese: per aggraziarselo, Orville manda Zelda dai suoi genitori, e la sostituisce con l’entraineuse Polly, istruendola a sedurre il cantante. Lo scambio porterà inevitabilmente a una serie di equivoci.

La commedia teatrale L’ora della fantasia aveva già ispirato, nel 1952, l’italiano Mario Camerini per il suo Moglie per una notte, con una indimenticata Gina Lollobrigida. A distanza di un decennio, Billy Wilder riesce ad ottenere i diritti della pièce, e ne trae un film che, nelle sue intenzioni, avrebbe visto Jack Lemmon nei panni del geloso musicista Orville, sua moglie Felicia Farr in quelli della bella consorte Zelda, e Marilyn Monroe nelle succinte vesti di Polly la Pistola (diventata “la Bomba” nel doppiaggio italiano). Lemmon si tirò indietro per via di altri obblighi contrattuali, e fu sostituito da Peter Sellers, che dovette però lasciare in seguito ad una serie di attacchi cardiaci; l’improvvisa morte della Monroe nel 1962 fece slittare ulteriormente la produzione, finché, due anni dopo, Kim Novak e Ray Walston furono scritturati nei due ruoli principali. I problemi per Baciami, stupido non finirono con la produzione, dato che al momento della distribuzione il film finì nel mirino della censura: la pressione di diverse associazioni, come la Catholic Legion of Decency, riuscì a fare sufficienti pressioni perché la commedia uscisse vietata ai minori di diciotto anni, riducendone notevolmente gli incassi negli States. L’accanimento dei benpensanti e dei bigotti, una volta tanto, non è casuale, e Baciami, stupido effettivamente si distacca nei toni e nello stile anche dai precedenti lavori di Billy Wilder, che pure non erano certo puritani né politicamente corretti. La commedia degli equivoci imbastita tra il morbosamente geloso Ray Walston, la di lui consorte Felicia Farr, il donnaiolo Dean Martin e la escort in incognito Kim Novak, il tutto in un piano “infallibile” orchestrato dall’ambizioso Cliff Osmond, porta a diversi momenti indubbiamente divertenti, merito soprattutto di un cast appassionato e dell’ineccepibile senso del ritmo e della narrazione di Wilder, ma anche ad un’atmosfera insolitamente greve e volgare, un brusco cambio di rotta rispetto a precedenti lavori indubbiamente provocatori, ma comunque raffinati e intelligenti. Anche la cattiveria, separata dall’ambito satirico usuale, appare in questo caso autoassolutoria e fine a se stessa, un puro esercizio di crudeltà che nel mettere alla berlina il perbenismo e l’ipocrisia della borghesia americana entra in un gioco al massacro da cui non si raccoglie niente, se non un immenso autocompiacimento da parte del regista. Molte cose rendono Baciami, stupido un classico, e di diritto, a partire dalle musiche dei Gershwin fino agli esilaranti siparietti tra Walston e Novak, ma pur mantenendo il proprio stile graffiante Wilder non riesce ad andare oltre alla provocazione fine a se stessa, in un’inaspettata caduta di stile che, più che demolire l’ipocrisia e il moralismo del ceto medio, si batte una mano sulla spalla da solo divertendosi a sbeffeggiare un comune senso del pudore all’epoca più che mai agguerrito. Rispetto alla maggior parte delle commedie odierne, Baciami, stupido rimane un campione di raffinatezza e intelligenza, ma da un gigante come Billy Wilder è lecito aspettarsi decisamente di meglio.


Thursday, October 03, 2019

..... but there’s something about the way Dean Martin sings this that just has my heart swelling like crazy.

Ari Eastman
Hey pallies, likes welcome back to 'nother daily dose of deep deep Dino-devotion from our humble little ilovedinomartin Dino-waterin' hole.  Today we visit with 'nother new-to-ilovedinomartin blog tagged 'THOUGHT CATALOG" where way back in 2015, February 22 to be exact, a cool chick tagged Miss Ari Eastman (pictured on the left) published a  marvelous musical post tagged "13 Songs For When You Start Crushing Hard On Someone."
In speakin' of herself, Ari tags herself "real(ly not) chill. poet. writer. mental health activist. mama shark."

Likes as youse guessed it Dino-philes one of Miss Eastman's swank selected songs is a completely coolly classic croon from our most most beloved Dino.  Her numero duo selection as  youse will neatly note below is none other then our King of Cool's huge huge hit from his fantastic flick "Bells Are Ringing."  "Just In Time."

As Ari sweetly states, "... nothing gets me quite as fluttery as this song," and she goes on to passionately proclaim, "....there’s something about the way Dean Martin sings this that just has my heart swelling like crazy."  Likes we couldna 'gree more with her supremely smitten statement of Dino-rapture!  It always brings us so so much Dino-happiness to hear let 'nother lovely lady stunnin'ly singin' the powerful praises of our one, our only Dino.

We are so so sorry that it has taken us likes tons and tons of times to get this Dino-prose shared with all youse's one of over 2000 drafts that we are slowly ut surely workin' through.
We sez our thoughtful thanks to Miss Ari Eastman for speakin' her awesome appreciato for our great great man and this great great croon and to the pallies at "THOUGHT CATALOG for puttin' into print.  To checks this out in it's original source, likes simply clicks on the tag of this Dino-message.

We Remain,

Yours In Dino,

Dino Martin Peters

13 Songs For When You Start Crushing Hard On Someone

By Ari Eastman,

Oh, so you’ve got a crush? Maybe it’s the beginning stages of a relationship. Maybe you just really, really think that barista is cute and you fantasize about the life you could have together every time they call out your name. What? Totally normal. Totally okay. For those entering (or already residing in) Crushtown, USA, here are some songs to compliment all those butterflies you’ve got swarming your body.

2. “Just In Time” – Dean Martin

Sticking with the older song theme, nothing gets me quite as fluttery as this song. The Frank Sinatra version is also wonderful, but there’s something about the way Dean Martin sings this that just has my heart swelling like crazy.

Wednesday, October 02, 2019

On This Day In Dino-history: October 2, 1941

Hey pallies, likes we got yet 'nother incredibly important date in the life and times of our Dino to share with all youse Dino-holics.  Likes it was on the date of October 2 in the year of our Dino 1941 that our most beloved Dino said "I Do" for the very first time as he married Miss  Elizabeth Anne "Betty" McDonald  at St. Ann's Church in Cleveland Heights.

Four off springs were born to our Dino and boypallie and three girlpallies : Stephen (Craig), Claudia, Barbara (Gail), and Deana.  Our information for this comes from  Mr. Mark R. over at his all thin's Capitol Records blog, "popculturefanboy."  Mark is known for keepin' his readership up to date on all thin's music via Capitol, which of course means lots and lots of  hugely historic information on our King of Cool.

ilovedinomartin sends out our appreciato for how totally totally on top of Dino-history our pallie Mark R. has been.... helpin' all us Dino-holics to grow in knowin' the life and times of our most beloved Dino. To view this in it's original format, likes clicks on the tag of this here Dino-gram.

We remain,

Yours in Dino,

Dino Martin Peters

1941 - Future Capitol Records artist Dean Martin marries his first wife Elizabeth (Betty) Anne McDonald who will become mother of their children Stephen (Craig), born June 29, 1942; Claudia, born March 16, 1944; Barbara (Gail), born April 11, 1945; and Deana (Dina), born August 19, 1948

Tuesday, October 01, 2019

.....Dean Martin, my Uncle Bean.....

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Hey pallies, likes welcome back for that radiant remembrance by Miss Tori Spelling of the time that her goddaddy-o , our Dino, stayed with her family at their Malibu digs when she was a child.  First we wanna shouts out our awesome appreciato once 'gain to our pallies at google Dino-'lerts 'cause without 'em we woulda never have discovered this Dino-tale to share.

Likes our google pallies sent us a Dino-'lert that sent us off to the Brit blog "Daily Mail" where superb scriber Mr. Sameer Suri (pictured on the left) prosed the noteworthy news, "Candy Spelling lists seven-bedroom Malibu beach house she shared with TV mogul husband Aaron for $23M."

Suri extraordinary essay of prose 'n pixs includes the sweet story of the time when our Dino stayed at the Spelling digs that are now on the market.   Likes as all youse Dino-philes will read below this touchin' 'n tender tale by Miss Spelling was first published "in her memoir Stori Telling" and it includes that our most beloved Dino was known as Tori's "Uncle Bean."  We are tremendously thrilled to learn this neatest of neat Dino-detail...and we wonder just how our Dino got the "Uncle Bean" tag.  And, we also largely loves Tori's wonder words of how our King of Cool shot " golf balls into the ocean."

We thanks Mr. Sameer Suri for includin' these delightful Dino-remembrances in his prose and Miss Tori Spelling for originally sharin' them in her memoir.  To checks this out in it's original source and to read more and see the potent pixs of the Spelling's digs in Malibu, simply once 'gain, clicks on the tag of this Dino-message.

We Remain,

Yours In Dino,

Dino Martin Peters

Dean Martin, Tori Spelling

Candy Spelling lists seven-bedroom Malibu beach house she shared with TV mogul husband Aaron for $23M


In her memoir Stori Telling, Tori dished that Dean Martin took refuge at the Spellings' Malibu home amid his split from one of his three wives.

'This is the same beach house where Dean Martin, my Uncle Bean, came to stay for a summer during his divorce. He was a huge golfer and traveled with a stockpile of golf balls that had his autograph printed on them,' she wrote.

'Every morning he'd set up a driving range on the private beach in front of our house and shoot golf balls into the ocean. People from all sides of the beach would be diving into the water to collect those golf balls as souvenirs, but Uncle Bean would just keep hitting the balls, completely oblivious,' Tori dished.