The screen stars who can’t kick the habit
6/10/2006 London, England Hugo RIfkind TimesOnLine (entertainment.timesonline.co.uk) Cigarettes were cool in the 1950s; a killer in the 1980s. Now Hollywood is hooked again, says Hugo Rifkind Here’s a funny thing. Throughout Casablanca, not one woman smokes. The men do, like anything. A viewer from another species might assume that Humphrey Bogart has a thin white fifth finger, and that he contains an inexhaustible supply of thin, wispy, white candyfloss, which seeks any orifice from which to escape. But the women; never. They may hold cigarettes, but they never smoke them. Seriously. Not once. There is even a scene, right at the beginning, where a women beside Sam at the piano starts to bring a cigarette towards her mouth, and then pauses, as though thinking better of it. Richard Klein, the author of the excellent Cigarettes are Sublime (Picador, 1995), suggests that she may have been checked by a signal from the director. This was 1942, and a mainstream Hollywood movie. Such things just weren’t done. Jump forward 63 years, to 2005’s Romance and Cigarettes, and you can sort of see where that director was coming from. Whenever Kate Winslet’s grotesquely strapping lingerie salesgirl Tula drains a cigarette and leaves it crushed and lipstick-smeared, it is evident to even the most naive viewer that this cigarette probably represents something else. Thank You for Smoking, which opens on Friday, is a satire based around a tobacco PR, played by Aaron Eckhart, who is desperate to get smoking back into the movies. “Let’s [...]