From the "damn, I didn't know they were still alive" files, here comes news of Anita Ekberg's death at the ripe (and I mean ripe) old age of eighty-three. Anita Ekberg put the "OO" in va-va-voom! Her lofty position in the pantheon of cinema sex sirens can be summed up in one two minute scene from Federico Fellini's La Dolce Vita:
Besides her status as fifties-vintage, fifty megaton sex bomb, Ms. Ekberg was lionized in a song by Dylan, before he went all Judas-y.
Perhaps the best comment I've read concerning Ms. Ekberg's sex-status symbol was an autobiographical bit from "Raw Story" reader Bronxboy47:
Goodbye Anita. You and Sophia created some serious confusion when this gay man was a teenager. But it was all sorted out eventually. You were, and remain, unforgettable.
Good one! Perhaps Anita could even have straightened out a bunch of self-loathing closeted Mormons.
Buon riposo, Anita, ti sognero' tutta la notte.