After his triumphant movie portrayal of Berger, the hirsute chief hippie of Hair, Treat Williams felt footloose. He had just wrapped Steven Spielberg's 1941 in L.A. and tripped off with Hair co-stars and director Milos Forman to the Cannes Film Festival. The movie was screened, though not judged (onetime juror Forman considers such competitions "childish"), and was a succès fou. Then, after the celebratory dinners and publicity rounds, Treat finally got to loll on the strand and let the sun shine in on his tootsies.
Bianca Michelles Mick
When Bianca Jagger sued rocker Mick for divorce in London a year ago, she recalls, her barrister was "a decent, old-fashioned Englishman—I got nowhere." In fact, she reveals, Mick is now keeping her on no more than he pays Marsha Hunt after last year's celebrated paternity suit. So Bianca has put Michelle Triola's legal beagle, Marvin Mitchelson, on the case. "He made me see that if Mick wants a fight I must use the same weapons," says Bianca. That's a cane, though, not a cudgel, that she carried into L.A. superior court (she bunged her knee roller-skating). She and Mitchelson wanted to change the venue—the British judge willing—to California. There the community property laws allow her to sue for up to half of Jagger's earnings during their eight-year marriage.
No Angel, Barbara
Forget the reports that Barbara Bach is going to play Kate Jackson next season in Charlie's Angels. Of course, it wasn't failure to get the role that she's cooling off from here (it's a scene from Force 10 from Navarone). Apparently it was her manager, Andrea Eastman, who was the most miffed, and mostly because the producers didn't explain personally to Barbara and to the world why she was passed over. The New York-born Bach didn't make it, according to Eastman, because "she was too sophisticated to be an Angel."
Yankee Doodle Misha
Actually, Mikhail Baryshnikov was to have performed a Tchaikovsky solo at a Felt Forum fund raiser for the National Dance Institute, a group aiming in part to convince boys that ballet classes aren't sissy stuff. But Misha was grounded by his recurrent tendinitis, so instead he sat and watched. He could not, however, resist the kid corps de ballet, and at the finale he hopped onstage and called out: "Okay, dancers, take your places. Don't be nervous. I'm nervous myself." Then the protean premier danseur led 350 children in a heart-thumping disco-beat version of Stars and Stripes Forever, looking for all the world like James Cagney as George M. Cohan.
Europe's eyes and ears
Britain's new prime minister, Margaret Thatcher, made her diplomatic debut when she summited with West German Chancellor Helmut Schmidt at No. 10 Downing Street. Social Democrat Schmidt was obviously charmed by his Conservative hostess, who turned a formal dinner for 60 into a family affair by including her husband, Denis, and their twins, Carol and Mark, 25. At a joint press conference later Schmidt had some trouble hearing a question and the PM was blinded by the TV lights, but they spoke no evil. "We get along well with each other," exulted Schmidt.
The London weather didn't do much for Farrah Fawcett-Majors' grooming—or for her modesty—as she stepped out of a limo at Heathrow Airport. She was heading home after finishing a sci-fi epic, Saturn Three, with Kirk Douglas, when a breezy gust unwrapped her wraparound blouse. The paparazzi were gaga to discover that it's not only for ABC that Farrah does not wear a bra. "I'm exhausted," was her only comment as she got herself back together and winged for L.A. There she has two weeks to unwind and preen before hitting the road for Fabergé.
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