The Dame in Mame

She played Liz Taylor's older sister in National Velvet, Hurd Hatfield's girl friend in Picture of Dorian Gray, Charles Boyer's maid in Gaslight, the wayward Queen in The Three Musketeers, the Other Woman in State of the Union, Elvis Presley's mother in Blue Hawaii, Warren Beatty's mother in All Fall Down, and Laurence Harvey's mother in Manchurian Candidate.

With a record like that, Angela Lansbury surely must have been heading for a truly climactic Hollywood role--maybe as Bette Davis' grandmother in Son of Elizabeth and Essex. Certainly no sane Broadway producer could have thought of her as a high-stepping, pratfalling, ageless kook of an Auntie Mame who believes that "life is a banquet and most poor sons of bitches are starving to death." But that is just what she's doing. She is playing the title role in Mame, the musical-comedy version of Patrick Dennis' novel-play-movie. Mame is Broadway's top musical hit of the season, and 40-year-old Angela Lansbury, the woman all moviegoers remember as a worn, plump old harridan with a snake pit for a mouth, is the liveliest dame to kick up her heels since Carol Channing opened in Hello, Dolly! three years ago.

One of These Days. What fooled producers about Lansbury all these years was that old bugaboo, typecasting. She actually had the goods all the time. In 1940, she was a blooming bundle from Britain, packed away from the blitz with her actress mother and sent to study drama in New York. She was, she says, "16, going on 95" when she got her first job--as a nightclub singer and impressionist in Canada. "I did Bea Lillie, Gracie Fields and a Wagnerian opera singer," she recalls. "I wasn't awfully good." True, but her nightclub spot earned enough money to pay her passage to Hollywood, and it was there, at 17, that she got her first movie role, and there that casting directors decided that Angela Lansbury was the girl to play everybody's old lady.

All told, she made more than 60 movies, was nominated for an Oscar three times (and three times missed). And all the while, the typecasting was burning her up. "People are always telling me that I must be 50 if I'm a day," she complained last year. "I must stop playing bitches on wheels--and people's mothers. One of these days I'd like to get my hands on a part in which I can hit many chords." She did at last, with Mame, but only after the producers wrote off a pack of other candidates --Mary Martin, Patrice Munsel, Jane Morgan, Tammy Grimes, Ann Sothern.

"Right, Luv." When she signed for the role, she trained for it like a boxer, worked out in a gym three hours a day, turning "fat into muscle." She keeps in shape onstage now, running through nine songs, five dance numbers and 17 costume changes--so many that she needs extra dressing rooms, one in each wing. Offstage, her shape is that of a housewife. Unlike most actresses, she is not driven by that ego-torn compulsion for the spotlight. She is comfortably married to Movie Executive Peter Shaw and spends most of her private hours doting on her children, Anthony, 14, Deirdre, 13 and stepson David, 22. "I can be quite happy in Hollywood being a housewife," says Lansbury. "But Peter notices the danger signs--an extra pound on the backside--and says, 'Right, luv, it's time you went to work again,' and back I go."

No need for Husband Peter to be concerned any longer. Mame has already socked away more than $1,500,000 in advance sales, the house is booked solid until October, and top seats are not available before December. Goodbye, Dolly!, hello, Mame.

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