Brunette firecracker Liza Minnelli has not always been the befuddled butt of a joke about gay marriage. With a crackerjack showbiz lineage that includes wizard of awes Judy Garland for a mother and revered Hollywood director Vincente Minnelli for a pa, tripping and traipsing Liza had no sooner toddled past the diaper pail than she was being groomed for stardom of stage and screen. The childhood years of dance training produced a trim and cuddly bundle of sensual energy. The typical Minnelli hard-boiled ingénue--as evidenced in The Sterile Cuckoo (1969) and Tell Me That You Love Me, Junie Moon (1970)--was a wisecracking cutie given to flamboyant and effervescent flaunting of her physical attributes. Liza's flaunting mostly stopped just short of nudity, such as the revealing anti-androgyny of her costuming in Cabaret (1972), but a moony peek of chair cheeks graced Junie Moon.