An evening With Yves Montand
French Troubadour Yves Montand has a bedroom voice in a truck driver's body. His throaty baritone undresses every noun, verb and parenthetical clause that comes slithering past his lips. With hips cocked, eyes squinted against some inner sunburst of passion, and hands expressively molding the air, Montand is one of the most potent love potions ever poured across the footlights. But Montand has more than sex appeal buttoned under his dark brown open-necked shirt. He is a one-man theater of the performing arts, an expert mimic, a clown, a barometric actor who can shift moods, weather-quick, without...
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