Even those few of you – those very few, who usually have no interest in the perverse, the degenerate and the absolutely frightful behind the scenes carryings-on of the rich, famous and over-indulged will find this edition of Hollywood Babylon to be the literary version of popcorn. You simply cannot stop until the bowl is empty.
Did Betty Davis murder an inconvenient husband? Did Errol Flynn rape his own son? You know James Dean liked his boys young but…. read the book.
If there is a single star, male or female from Hollywood’s golden age right up to near the present whose most embarrassing secrets aren’t in this book, I can’t think who it would be.