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HELLO, HOLLYWOOD!

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KIRKUS REVIEW

Suiting the style to the scene, this is a monument to box-office simplicities: both sudsy and sophisticated, realistic but still romantic, cliche-ridden yet, nevertheless, cutely candid about them all. Editors Allen Rivkin and Laura Kerr have assembled ""essays"" from practically everybody about practically anything: the cutter gets his due, along with the dressmaker and Research; the joke book vies with blacklists and the House Committee; portraits of Cary and Rock, Marilyn and Liz nestle close by aesthetics of the trade. And the contributors read like a ""cast of thousands"". For the highbrow: James Agee on director Huston, Leo Rosten on the changing anthropology in Beverly Hills; for the middleboys: Dore Schary on production, Dick Powell on Westerns. Nicholas Ray resurrects James Dean, O'Hara remembers Scott Fitzgerald (once a screen writer); gagsters Diamond, Herbert, Fenberg and Zinsser fiddle with the celluloid foibles. After all of these ""performances"", Rivkin and Kerr make comments like Dorothy and Dick; the gimmick: they're shopping around, hoping to produce an ""inside story"" spectacular, testing names both big and small. In short, a double-dealing inventory of America's cut-rate Baghdad, replete with talents and temperaments, fabulous folklore, flashy sales-talks. The fans should buy, buy, buy.

Publisher: Doubleday