It is an actor’s passion to observe the world. It is his art to become what he observes. And finally, it is his job to let the world observe him.
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?
It rekindles the great Hollywood romances.
Nothing ages so quickly as yesterday’s vision of the future.