Whenever Laurence Olivier and Sir Ralph Richardson, the two leading men of London's Old Vic, took time off to make a movie (and a few quid), the players felt deserted. There was nothing for it, the company decided, but to produce an outstanding young actor to fill in. So they did.
He was 33-year-old Alec Guinness, a balding skinnybones with the wide, dashed look of a boy who has just blown his lines in the Sunday-school pageant. In the last six months mild-voiced young Alec has provoked the Old Vic's stage into varied and...
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