The seven deadly sins of Hollywood (1957)

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THE SEVEN DEADLY SINS OF HOLLYWOOD evening, but he lights her cigarette every time she puts one in her mouth. Several more people come over to the table, among them one woman who, I am informed in an aside, is a millionairess. Frankie says that he is going to Spain shortly to make a film and does anybody know any beautiful girls in Spain? Suddenly nobody knows any beautiful girls in Spain, and there is no mention of Ava Gardner, who is a beautiful girl and often in Spain these days. During a break in the table-hopping I enquire of Mr. Sinatra what he has got against the Press. He says, "There are columnists they say I go with a different dame every night. My private life is my own, and, furthermore, I do not go with a different dame every night. That is what I have got against the Press. I have friends in the Press, too; but you misquote me, kid, and you're dead with me. In fact I'll sock you on the jaw." I see another table-hopper getting ready to hop and ask quickly whether he is a happy man these days. He snorts derisively and denies any such vulgar state of affairs. His best work as an actor has come out of bitter personal unhappiness, he says. There is no time to ask what the bitter personal unhappiness was — and whether her name was Ava Gardner — for the next table-hopper has pounced. The compliments flow like water. Frankie's grin seems less pained. A dreadful thought occurs to me: perhaps he is getting to be happy. It could be his downfall. He might stop threatening to sock people on the jaw. Then columnists may no longer bother to misquote him — or even quote him. People might even say nice things about him. Anything could happen. The following day I get confirmation that the worst has happened. I get a message from his personal Press agent saying that Mr. Sinatra is as happy as any man can be. 122