Star-dust in Hollywood (1930)

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Hollywood — The Stars What can I do ? In six months* time my contract is done. I am finished ; after that . . . nothing. I shall have to marry one of your Americans and stay here, for over there I shall now be despised. . . ." Yet we felt that she had little chance of melting the heart of Mr Goldwyn. He probably thought her fate lucky enough. If questioned he might have answered : " Well, I can't see what she has to grumble about. She's got a nice year's contract out of Lasky for doing nothing, and he's brought her over here to God's own California, where she can get a chance to marry some real he-American man. You'd think she'd be glad enough to get the chance, instead of grumbling and wanting to go back to that dug-out, lousy Europe again." Besides, Sam Goldwyn had seen too many stars, rising, at their apogee, or falling. At Hollywood he played the part of deus ex cinema machina : "I make the stars." We could see the hint of passion, the hidden fire of the girl, but it was European, controlled. American talent exhibits itself more positively ; it is aware that it must sell itself, and has borrowed from the advertising-pages of Liberty, Moreover, Mr Goldwyn, like Mr Lasky, and the supervisors or directors, judged more by the husk than by the soul. Miss Wynne had provided herself with a trousseau before coming to this city of spot-lights, a trousseau that came from Fifth Avenue and was recognizably so. Everybody would first admire the Fifth Avenue trousseau, and from it proceed to admire Miss Wynne, who was inside. But the Viennese star seemed to have a slightly Teutonic taste in dress. Had she only halted a few days among the Parisian dressmakers, she would possibly have enchanted the Hollywood directors. In everyday life there was a hint of stuffiness about her clothes which effectually blinded the blase eyes of whatever gods select the beauties for the camera. The saying that there is room at the top is not always true. [i69]