It is said that no star is a heroine to her makeup artist.
Mausoleum air and anguished pauses: If this production were a poem, it would be mostly white space.
Hollywood was born schizophrenic. For 75 years it has been both a town and a state of mind, an industry and an art form.
Every artist undresses his subject, whether human or still life. It is his business to find essences in surfaces, and what more attractive and challenging surface than the skin around a soul?