Wednesday, October 04, 2006

Svengali parasites









He is the oily master of enchantment, all slick and condescending, a constant tattoo beating his self proclaimed superiority, yet whenever his young prey try to break off from him he becomes as docile and “needy” as a lamb, begging her to stay in a sad pleading puppy-dog tone, that quickly turns to to scorn as he demands “how you can be so cruel”, but its not a question, its an admonition …

Surley you’ve seen the mismatched pairing of a wide eyed young niave talent and the often much older “Stick with me kid and I’ll make you a star” grotesquery with his silver tounge and mercurial temper? They leave a thick slime trail as they make their unctuous way across the room promoting their newest and brightest discovery.

Although it is true that many of these “mentor types” are quite good at sniffing out the next great act and propelling them into stardom (like Sonny Bono) there are many more petty promoters out to scabing a living off of their baby protégé, their "Trilby" as it were.

This always brings to mind the estranged husband of 1980 playmate of the year Dorothy Stratton, Paul Sider. Snider “discovered” the sweet teenager working in a “Dairy Queen” in 1976 in Vacouver B.C. and was struck imeadiately by her innocent beauty that was so palpable you would swear there were bluebirds and butterflies in the air around her. He wasted no time in taking advantage of her youth and complete niavete.

Heff recognizing the cheap hustler for what he was, encouraged the gorgeous young up-and-comer to ditch that jerk, and was heard to call him a “hustler and a pimp”. Snider tried to take all the credit for Dorothy’s success and was royally aggitated that no one was willing to give him his “Props”.

Sadly this slick willy ended the life this sweet girl who had so much promise in the most horrific manner; taking a shotgun to her lovely face, and taking charge once more, he squeezed the trigger and obliterated both her beautiful visage and the kiss of stardom that had only just begun to bloom upon her perfect cheeks…

5 comments:

Karmyn R said...

I have never seen Svengali - but can picture perfectly the slime you have described. (Oh - I've met a few of these, and am so glad I was married at the time) shudder.

Swampwitch said...

This is my first visit here and was intrigued by your blog name. Thought it only appropriate to post here. I've never seen Svengali but enjoyed your descriptive writing.

Spooks said...

Welcome to my humble blog swampwitch! Thank you for saying so, I've been gone for a spell due to computer malfunction, I hope to see you again soon.

Stewart Sternberg said...

Svengali. I have never seen this film, but the poster is intriguing, and I like Barrymore.

And as for real life Svengalis...the ones who came to mind for me were John Derek and Linda Evans and Bo Derek; Charles Manson and his family; Dick Cheney and GW.

Spooks said...

Good real life observations Stewart, I see Carl Rove as a Svengali of the highest order, the that son of a bitch scares the piss out of me...