|Goubbiah...My Love with Jean Marais|
Her career, based mainly in Italy, really seems to have petered out in the late 1950s. Even her IMDB entry is practically empty. Apart from the fact she was born in Algiers on 10 February 1925
From this I gleaned that she was studying medicine when fame came calling, that her father was French and her mother an Arab, and that she married Guy Hamilton, whom she met on the set of Outcast. (Hamilton went on to become a notable director in his own right, mainly of James Bond films including Goldfinger and Diamonds are Forever). Or, as the original puts it rather more poetically, "[Hamilton] too was smitten by Kerima's charm and beauty, and it was not long before they were man and wife." Aw! The writer then goes off on one about Kerima visiting a mosque without covering her hair and how she'd never get away with that today and blahblahblah.
Still, great photos, like this one:
|"Gazing at herself in this large platter, Kerima evokes the Orient of the 1001 Nights."|
This is a dance blog, so let's start with a dance shot:
In Rome’s Cinecitta film studio, beautiful Eastern actress Kerima performs a languid Oriental dance before the camera during the filming of Tam Tam Mayumbe, a technicolour film. The mysterious charms of the dark haired beauty make her truly the “Kerima the crop” of exotics. (Corbus images)
These are covers from magazines LIFE, Picturegoer and French Cine Revue to mark the release of Outcast of the Islands. (At time of writing you could buy copies of this 19 May 1952 issue of LIFE on ebay.) The strapline reads "Kerima -- Her marathon kiss is a movie sensation".
|How can something sarong feel so right?|
"I love you, Laura. I shall love you always until the end of my life. I can't look at you now 'cause I know something. I know that this is the beginning of the end. Not the end of my loving you but the end of our being together. But not quite yet, darling. Please. Not quite yet..."
|Before "The Thong Song", |
there was "The Sarong Song"
|Is that a knot in your sarong, |
or are you just pleased to see me?
|OK, no more sarong puns. Promise.|