Word: hollywoodized
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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Early one bright Hollywood day that dawned on rumors of a romance between Joan Crawford and Don Barry, the cowboy actor, Miss Crawford's telephone tinkled. From the other end swooshed a Niagara of italicized insinuation...
Hedda Hopper is the handsome, headlong gossip whose syndicated column, usually titled "Hollywood," written in prose of an inspired spasticity, daily gives her 22,800,000 readers the illusion that they have been behind the sets, the bushes and deep into some of Hollywood's better bed-&-bathrooms. This eminence Columnist Hopper shares (reluctantly) with her rival in revelation, Hearstian Columnist Louella ("Lollipop") Parsons, fat, fiftyish, and fatuous, whose syndicated column reaches some 30,000,000 readers...
...little shark-toothed prose smiles, can make or break a director or an actor, cool or clinch a deal. Hedda's chit-chat can materially affect the outcome of schemes involving millions of dollars. She is a self-appointed judge and censor of all that goes on in Hollywood, and she carries out her assignment with a hey nonny-nonny...
Movie-Mad. Nevertheless, in 1922, Hedda divorced DeWolf, who objected to her movie career and resented her equal earning power ($1,000 a week). For Hedda was there when the flickers were born. She knew Hollywood in 1915, when it was a village near Los Angeles. She knew Sam Goldwyn when his name was Goldfish, and played in several of his pictures in the Biograph studio on New Jersey's Palisades...
Fustest with the Mostest. Hedda spent most of the rest of her movie career in Hollywood, working for Louis B. Mayer. She was the screen's first best-dressed woman, and for years its official sophisticated society dame. In those years, without even trying, she salted down an incredible knowledge of Hollywood's strange ways & means. She can tell off-the-record stories that make Suetonius look like a cub from the Christian Science Monitor. She even knew what the inside of Garbo's dressing room looked like ("the black hole of Calcutta"). Studio publicity men, hard...