The love affair between a novelist working as a screenwriter and a gossip columnist, in thirties Hollywood.
Stupendously well made (a given, since it is a Hollywood 50s 'A' production), except I was unable to enjoy the widescreen (watched it in pan-and-scan). The great artist who is constrained to work for a medium that is not his, under the orders of philistines, and forgets his calling, and is forgotten by most everyone, and to top it all is fired, and then attempts a comeback, only to see his new literary output rejected, seems to be struggling against the world, a world in which he seems to be just an alien. And yet no one could have been less alien to America than him, or so he was always led to believe. The crux of the movie is his relationship with this woman who seems to be his best friend, yet stands for that same philistinism that is completely alien (and hostile) to him. This is not fully fleshed out in the movie, a superficial love story, and thus a reflection of its own theme.
Rating: 51
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