Okay. Kenneth Anger.
Brilliant experimental, extremely queer filmmaker. (You haven’t lived until you’ve seen LUCIFER RISING, or SCORPIO RISING, or a double-feature of both.)
Yes, he had a problematic history with Hollywood.
HOLLYWOOD BABYLON, while supremely entertaining to read and so, so fucking lurid — as you can tell by Jayne Mansfield’s tits all on display on the cover and is fodder for Anger, peppering her death in the work — is full of so many half-truths and fabrications. Oh, and a lot of sex. Also? A lot of queer misattributions? (I think that’s mostly well-wishing on his behalf.)
However! There’s nothing more Hollywood than false narratives!
Oh, did I mention that Anger first used a pen name for the initial edition of the book? It was initially published in Paris? Also, it was fucking banned!
I still don’t exactly know what possessed him to write this, apart from a cultural infatuation with the material. He also wrote two more in the series! (Good luck finding the third!) It feels like a career killer, hence the pen name and Paris publishing, but I do not care! It’s a fun lark that is emblematic of how fucking ruthless and hedonistic Hollywood and the film industry is, and even if half of HOLLYWOOD BABYLON are lies? Well, history is penned by the winners.
There’s a lot of sadness conveyed here. Suicides. Drugs. Bad sex. Trauma. The whole gamut of success biting you in the ass.
These stories are close enough to the truth. It’s insider tabloid journalism, plain and simple.
This is a work that should be read, but honestly? I can’t justify recommending it to everyone apart from gazing at the treasure-trove of archival images of Hollywood stars and sets and history. If you haven’t read it and none of the above sounds appealing? Just stop right here. It is cruel navel-gazing. No one here deserves this brutal treatment, because that’s what it is.
I know that we culturally love to cut down those who have managed to make it to the top, those who are exemplary at entertaining and giving the world some fucking joy because they’re magnanimous, attractive, smart, savvy, witty, smirky, stylish.
One thing we forget about film, solely because the people involved are simply visages on a screen, is that they are fucking human and deserve the rights and consideration any of us want.
Does HOLLYWOOD BABYLON — especially the latter two works? — provide that? No. Not at all.
Is it a remarkable work? Yes, yes it is. It made a significant cultural impact. It is worth reading simply to experience how fucking dirty and tawdry the film industry is. You can simply read the words above instead of enduring how dirty reading the full work will make you feel.