Word: hollywood
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...dinner, especially among savages, has made him an effective one-man propaganda bureau for the British virtues. The Sun Never Sets is another reminder that, as long as C. Aubrey Smith, O. B. E., remains above the horizon, the Union Jack will continue to fly at full staff over Hollywood. His main service in this cinema is to hike young John Randolph (Douglas Fairbanks Jr.) out of a cankerous apathy toward the imperial sun ("Let it set. It's about time it did") and into the Colonial service with his brother Clive (Basil Rathbone...
...weak last half). A verse group was entertained by Dorothy Parker with a speech called Sophisticated Verse, and the hell with it. A fiction group heard a dozen speeches, ranging from talks on how to worm social-conscious fiction into pulp magazines to Dashiell Hammett's warning that Hollywood techniques are poison to novelists...
Whatever else Ben Hecht may be damned for-and blasphemy is likely to be included-he cannot be accused of writing A Book of Miracles for money. One of Hollywood's highest-paid writers (The Front Page, Let Freedom Ring, etc.), he forswore 15 months' salary to write it. (His movie salary is around $6,000 a week.) But for Hecht it was "fun writing what I want-without having Sam Goldwyn peering over my shoulder." Fun for Hecht has heretofore meant novels like Erik Dorn, Count Bruga, A Jew in Love-gaudy, swashbuckling, ranting books, splashed with...
...Hollywood appropriately furnishes the most extravagant miracle. When Producer Kolisher (a ringer for Sam Goldwyn) produces The Redeemer, God becomes interested, takes a hand in the last scenes. Robert Gary, the star, is ruined. Producer Kolisher, who knows how to please the public in spite of miracles, simply cuts God's contribution; critics eulogize his restraint...
...years Hollywood has been waiting, no novelist has yet written a good book about it. Few serious novelists have even tried. A harder try than most is The Day of the Locust, by a 35-year-old Manhattan-born novelist who became a screen writer three years ago, after writing a talented satire called Miss Lonelyhearts...