Photoplay (Jul-Dec 1957)

Record Details:

Title:
Photoplay
Date:
Jul-Dec 1957
Publisher:
New York, MacFadden Publications, Inc.
Volume:
Photoplay (Jul-Dec 1957)
Leaf #:
000540
Language:
English
Collection:
Early Cinema, Hollywood Studio System, and Fan Magazines
Format:
Periodicals
Contributor:
Media History Digital Library
Sponsor:
Media History Digital Library
Coordinator:
Media History Digital Library
Description:
The leading Hollywood fan magazine of the 1920s and 1930s. Photoplay offered readers portraits of their favorite movie stars and stories about their personal lives. The magazine played an important promotional function for the Hollywood industry, but its editors and reviewers could also be highly critical of Hollywood. Beginning in 1921, Photoplay bestowed its annual 'Medal of Honor' for the film readers voted as the best of the year. -- Eric Hoyt, 2011.
Date Added:
March 28, 2024
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