The seven deadly sins of Hollywood (1957)

Record Details:

Something wrong or inaccurate about this page? Let us Know!

Thanks for helping us continually improve the quality of the Lantern search engine for all of our users! We have millions of scanned pages, so user reports are incredibly helpful for us to identify places where we can improve and update the metadata.

Please describe the issue below, and click "Submit" to send your comments to our team! If you'd prefer, you can also send us an email to mhdl@commarts.wisc.edu with your comments.




We use Optical Character Recognition (OCR) during our scanning and processing workflow to make the content of each page searchable. You can view the automatically generated text below as well as copy and paste individual pieces of text to quote in your own work.

Text recognition is never 100% accurate. Many parts of the scanned page may not be reflected in the OCR text output, including: images, page layout, certain fonts or handwriting.

THE SEVEN DEADLY SINS OF HOLLYWOOD cent of the £2,000,000 which Moulin Rouge made. There is the man who gave Marilyn Monroe her first film part. . . . And there is also the man who sits in his pyjamas at four in the afternoon, his face creasing into courteous smiles, talking laconically and sometimes self-deprecatingly about John Huston : ' { I've always knocked around the world since I was sixteen. I've been a boxer, and I was in the Mexican Army. I was married at twenty." (Huston's wives in chronological order: 1st, Dorothy Harvey; 2nd, Leslie Black; 3rd, Evelyn Keyes; 4th, Enrica Soma.) " I've often been flat bust — well, that comes from keeping a string of racehorses and having expensive habits. I've sold the horses now, but I've still got the expensive habits. If I didn't lead this sort of life I wouldn't be any good as a writer or director. It's necessary to my work." A few days before, in a town near the Pyrenees, he had met Ernest Hemingway to discuss a film of one of his books. "Papa was keen on the idea," said Huston. This is not surprising— for Huston is, of course, a child of Hemingway mythology, so charmed by the myth that he has determined to make it real by living it. The next time I met Huston was in Ireland, and on this occasion I managed to write something about him that infuriated the man who had assured me he didn't care a damn what people wrote about him. The strange thing about this incident is that I wrote my column in all innocence, never thinking for a moment that it contained anything which would annoy a man apparently so impervious to criticism, satire and gossip as he had made himself out to be. Huston had taken over the small town of Youghal in 76