I had the pleasure of meeting Mr. Curtis back in the 90s when he shot a scene from something (can't remember what) at a soundstage facility that I managed in Hollywood. I didn't pay a great deal of attention, as he was a heartthrob from my mother's generation, not mine. My boss, however ~ a 60-something Italian lady from Brooklyn ~ was completely agog. We had celebrities shooting on our lot pretty much every day, but after many years in the business, my boss was unimpressed and mostly kept to her office. But when she heard Tony Curtis was coming, she had her hair and nails done and got all dressed up and was pretty much waiting at the front door when he arrived. I was hovering in the background waiting to see if she was going to throw her panties at him. It was a big deal. I thought of her when I heard he'd died. She passed away several years ago, and I'm hoping she's got her hair and nails done up in heaven. She was probably waiting right inside the Pearly Gates when he arrived.
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