The seven deadly sins of Hollywood (1957)

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THE SEVEN DEADLY SINS OF HOLLYWOOD explained that those were terms of flattery. He was using bop language — and in that peculiar idiom "crazy" and "nervous" are words of high praise. On the whole, I think he has good reason to praise Hollywood. Before being starred there in My Cousin Rachel and The Robe, he was a competent actor who could earn £100 a week. Now he can get £70,000 a picture and afford to indulge in the tantrums that go with that kind of salary. An executive of 20th Century-Fox, to whom he is under contract, told me, "When we want to contact him we usually get sidetracked to his agent. But at least he is no longer saying in public that Hollywood stinks. That's something." In his relation with the Press he is less diplomatic. On one occasion when I greeted him at the CastellanaHilton hotel in Madrid he turned his back on me and stalked off. I discovered subsequently that this was because of something I had written about his friend Emlyn Williams. He made it clear, through an intermediary, that he would never talk to me again. I confess I was not terribly upset about being deprived of his conversation. I must record, however, that Mr. Burton is not consistent even in his rudeness. Some months after this incident I arrived at a supper-party given by the Evening Stardard on the occasion of the presentation of its Drama Awards. Mr. Burton had won an award for his performance in Henry V. I was with Dorothy Tutin, who is a friend of Burton's. After they had embraced, according to theatrical custom, Dorothy said, "You know Tom Wiseman. . . ." Instead of repeating his Madrid performance, he extended his hand amiably and said, "Yes, of course. How are you? Nice to see you again." For a moment I was tempted to show him the same courtesy he had shown me in Madrid and turn my back 92