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Dorthea is a Italian biathlete. She won the bronze medal in the mixed relay at the Sochi Olympics in 2014. She has also won too many other medals to list over the years. Needless to say, she is well accomplished.




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Raquel Welch stayed in Europe for the French comedy Le Plus Vieux Métier du monde/The Oldest Profession (Michael Pfleghar a.o., 1967), a typical European anthology film of the 1960s. A collection of sketches on prostitution through the ages, made by a pan-European cast and crew. Some of the most sensual stars of the era played the leads: Michèle Mercier, Elsa Martinelli, Anna Karina, Nadia Gray, Jeanne Moreau and Welch. She played Nini in the episode La belle époque/The Gay Nineties by German director Michael Pfleghar. When Nini discovers by accident that her antiquated customer (Martin Held) is a banker, she pretends to be an honest woman who has fallen in love with him. She even pays him, just like a gigolo! Varlaam at IMDb: "Raquel Welch stars in the most amusing episode, relatively speaking. It's apparently set in the 1890s Vienna (Emperor Franz Josef is on the paper money). One could probably say that Raquel's greatest classic role was as the injured party in the Cannery Row lawsuit. Finely nuanced she was not, normally. But she makes an appealing light comedienne here, and she can really fill a lacy Viennese corset. The Belle Époque it assuredly was." Next, she appeared in the British seven-deadly-sins comedy Bedazzled (Stanley Donen, 1967). She played the deadly sin representing 'lust' for the comedy team of Peter Cook and Dudley Moore. In Britain, she was also the title secret agent in the sexy spy spoof Fathom (Leslie H. Martinson, 1967). In Italy, she starred with Monica Vitti and Claudia Cardinale in Le Fate/The Queens (Mauro Bolognini, 1966) and with Edward G. Robinson and Vittorio de Sica in The Biggest Bundle of Them All (Ken Annakin, 1968). Back in the United States, she appeared in the Western Bandolero! (Andrew V. McLaglen, 1968) with James Stewart and Dean Martin, which was followed by the private-eye drama Lady in Cement (Gordon Douglas, 1968) with Frank Sinatra. She caused quite a stir in her ground-breaking sex scenes with black athlete Jim Brown in the Western 100 Rifles (Tom Gries, 1969).


Allison Rebecca Stokke Fowler (born March 22, 1989)[1] is an American track and field athlete and fitness model. She broke a number of American records for high school pole vaulting. Images of her at age seventeen were widely shared on the Internet, resulting in her becoming an internet phenomenon.


I get it: Kotcheff's 24-hour cable news slapstick farce is another remake of 1931's The Front Page. It is a film that makes no attempts to hide how much it's also cribbing from the screwball heavyweight titan, 1940's undisputed classic His Girl Friday, directed by Howard Hawks and starring Cary Grant, Rosalind Russell, and Ralph Bellamy. If judged solely on how it compares to those two masterworks, for all of Turner, Reynolds, and Reeves' chemistry and modern-day movie star panache, it understandably comes up short.But so what? Turner, fresh off of a string of masterful performances in works as varied as Body Heat, The Man with Two Brains, Prizzi's Honor, and an Oscar-nominated turn in Peggy Sue Got Married, was at the height of her creative powers. Reynolds, a terrific comedic talent when challenged and forced to interact emotionally with his co-stars and not float by on his trademark smile and cocksure (some might say smarmy) charm, is as lively and as engaged as he ever was during the latter half of the 1980s. As for Reeve, he was always an underrated physical comedian (take a look at Deathtrap and Noises Off), and he showcases those gifts magnificently as the third point of an aggressively sexy love triangle.Yet my connection to Switching Channels runs deeper than my affinity for this trio of above-the-title stars. By the time Kotcheff's comedy was released, I was fully suppressing my issues regarding gender identity and was tragically attempting to transform myself into the stereotypical "all-American boy" I felt like my parents, teachers, and friends all wanted me to be. It was a constant struggle, a battle to destroy feelings, traits, and tendencies I'd had long before I even knew they were there in the first place.Along came this comedy. Superman himself plays a snobby, slightly effeminate fuddy-duddy who also happens to be an incredible athlete and is the owner of a slew of sporting goods stores worth millions. Reynolds, fast-driving Smokey, is a laid-back lout who comes to realize that hiding behind his quick wit, barked orders, and sycophantic grin may get him a terrific lead story for the 6:00 p.m. newscast but will also likely lose him the heart of the love of his life forever. Turner, the quirky damsel-in-distress who transformed into a fearless treasure hunter in Romancing the Stone, is fiercely feminine, unapologetically strong-minded, and resolutely determined to be the smartest person in the room no matter what.I responded to all of this. My freshly teenage mind marveled that two giant, unabashedly masculine superstars like Reynolds and Reeve would play second fiddles to Turner, and in the process be systematically emasculated with gigantic grins on both their faces. I loved that the female lead didn't have to be any one thing, that she could stand up for herself with zero shame, still dress like a million bucks, and eat greasy hot dogs and runny cottage cheese with plucky abandon. Stereotypical definitions of masculinity and femininity were social constructs meant to be exploded. Considering all I was concealing in my personal life, this was a fantasy I eagerly embraced.While I obviously still hold Switching Channels in high regard, I'm not about to herald it as some misunderstood masterpiece or comedic marvel that should be spoken about in the same breath as either the original The Front Page or the far-ahead-of-its-time His Girl Friday. Kotcheff's direction is not nearly as confident as it needs to be. Jonathan Reynolds' efficient, if not altogether inspired, screenplay hits a few risibly sour notes, and anytime Turner, Reynolds, and Reeve aren't the focal point, things noticeably drag. 041b061a72


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