The seven deadly sins of Hollywood (1957)

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THE FLAMBOYANT SET "I think I am such a big success," he says, "because people know I am good. Bad people can have temporary successes, but in the long run the public will only stick by you if they know and feel your goodness." Drooling on in this way he manages to be for the public a kind of one-man Moral Rearmament campaign. A measure of the public's response is that on St. Valentine's Day he receives about 30,000 cards. Seeing him in the flesh you notice immediately that he is — well, fleshy. He tells you happily about his gold lame suits designed by a Paris couturier; about his mirrored bathroom and all his piano-shaped furniture and accessories. He makes a wisecrack about his pianoshaped swimming pool. " I went to a friend the other day and I wanted to take a swim in his pool. But I couldn't. It wasn't tuned." This joke makes him laugh — and his face becomes schoolboyish when he laughs. "I saw a burlesque show," he says coyly; "they had girls, you know, wearing just — well, just a few stars." He adds in wonder, "In Paris they have girls with completely bare bosoms. Nothing at all. Without even stars. Gee ! I can never quite get used to that. Must be embarrassing." I find myself taking a ghoulish interest in his suits. But otherwise I am un-fascinated by the man. For me, his personality is outshone by his tailor's. Obviously he has failed to heed one of the golden rules on how to be a personality: Don't stand for any competition from your tailor — you can't win. Rossano Brazzi does not stand for any undue competition from his tailor : he dresses with taste and discretion, and he lives in a normally designed house. His flamboyances take a different form. Within half an hour of meeting him you are given to understand that where women are concerned Casanova 33