Sodom and Gomorrah : the story of Hollywood (1935)

SODOM AND GOMORRAH 83 after all. hardly counts. I and mal no pretense of being respectable. An accusation of tin's sort always raises a great clamor <>n the par ! oily wood's ;i} vr. the film colony is not without a good-sized number. 1 d with the best publicity staffs 'hat money can buy, and recognizing the necessity of placating the vast majority of the public who still, t< rtain extent anyway, uphold some sort of morality, the films arc attempting to convince the people that the ill-fame attending the industry ;s not deserved. One reads all kinds of tales about Miss Star going to bed every night at nine o'clock— and alone, too— so that she can up next morning at six for her sunrise walk, about Mr. Star who drinks nothing stronger than orange juice, as he is an ardent supporter of the Air gue, but somehow these stories are not very convincing to intelligent people. Likewise, in wl 'ting the whole town, one reads frequently about Hollywood being just a sleepy little village nestled among the hills, where nothing happens after the curfew rings at eight-fifteen. We ought not ♦ ,, anticipate, but shortly we shall see that th< ries depend more on the imagina tion <>f their authors than on fact. Of course, on the surface it is more or less true. If one stands on Santa Monica Boulevard around ten o'clock it is pretty quiet. Just what this is supposed to prove, however, is indefinite, for one would hardly