I had to be the world's lousiest lay,"" Evelyn says--just before her first husband blows out his brains. Well, Barton Bainbridge had never awakened her. Fredric March, guiding her hand to his handsome erection, only frightened her. It took older director Charles Vidor, giving her the finest in Hungarian oral satisfaction, to explode Evelyn into her first 23-gun series of orgasms (Charles counted them). And even Tony Quinn, who really filled her, hadn't melted her girlish revulsion. After Charles, whom she eventually marries for a while, her lovers note her terrific ""fuckability"" and are themselves enlivened to notable studsmanship. Soon she is taking on Sterling Hayden, David Niven, Kirk Douglas, John Huston, Mike Todd, Attic Shaw, to name a few (she names and rates all, except a black singer); after all, Evelyn played Suellen, Scarlett's younger sister in GWTW, and became the protegee of C. B. DeMille and Harry Cohn. Artie Shaw, her fourth husband, is so domineering that he gives her asthma and even temporary frigidity. Last seen, Evelyn's tap-dancing in the road company revival of No, No, Nanette. A lubricious prospect.