Sodom and Gomorrah : the story of Hollywood (1935)

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142 SODOM AND GOMORRAH "But we are still the best of friends." It is this sort of thing that makes the motion picture industry resemble a street carnival. Would it not be a blessing to have for a change a group of people in the show business whose acting alone could stimulate the people? As it is now, the public has to be artificially aroused by milliondollar ballyhoo. Hollywood might very well be likened to a dinner in which the main course, acting, is served in microscopic quantities, while the cocktails, soup, and condiments are served in an overwhelmingly disproportionate amount. That it is the glamour of Hollywood, the halo of semi-divinity thrown about the stars, that appeals to the public instead of the quality of the product is demonstrated in practically any fan magazine forum. The following letter has been taken from Photoplay, one of the so-called "better" screen magazines. "We hear so much about 'reality.' But DO we really want reality on the screen — the reality eighty per cent of us know ? I love every inch of my home, but I have so much reality in my daily life that when T 'step out' of an evening, I want to step into the land of make believe. "I want to live in dreamland for a while. I want to be made love to by Gary Cooper and Frederic March, and imagine I have the winsomeness of Shearer, the sophistication of Dietrich, the lure of Loy, the appeal of Crawford — that I'm marrying a prince and that I live in just such a beautiful home. , "Don't we all?"