The seven deadly sins of Hollywood (1957)

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Record Details:

Title:
The seven deadly sins of Hollywood
Date:
1957
Publisher:
London : Oldbourne Press
Volume:
The seven deadly sins of Hollywood
Leaf #:
000234
Language:
English
Collection:
Books
Format:
Books
Contributor:
Niles Essanay Silent Film Museum
Sponsor:
Media History Digital Library
Coordinator:
Media History Digital Library
Description:
Date Added:
August 29, 2024
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Chapter 19 MARILYN MONROE I never believed that Marilyn Monroe actually existed. It was all done by mirrors or mass hypnosis or something, I felt sure. She was surely just another American pipe dream. But sitting next to her (at No. 595 North Beverly Glen, Beverly Hills) on the chintz-covered settee, with her eyelashes brushing my cheeks, I had to admit that Miss Monroe is more than an optical illusion. She was real — every curve of her. I will explain how her eyelashes came to be brushing my cheeks — -just to clear up any possible misunderstanding. First, she has rather long eyelashes. Secondly, when Miss Monroe is making a point, she does it with all the persuasive powers at her command; to be more precise, she clutches your hand, sidles up close and uses her eyelids as provocatively as a fan dancer uses her fan. The particular point Miss Monroe was trying to make at that moment was that she liked men. I was prepared to let her convince me. . . . "Don't you like girls?" she said and her eyelashes did a dance of the seven veils. I said there was a lot to be said for them. She was wearing a red lace dress that plunged deeper than a deep-sea diver and concealed just enough to emphasise how much it failed to conceal. She must have used radar to get into it. Placed strategically in the deep V of her neckline was a white rose. "As a matter of fact," said Miss Monroe, "I like men 210