Boxoffice-September.1997
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iie IGia Picture<br />
In<br />
calling his dark period novel on '50s movieland corruption<br />
"L.A. Confidential," mystery writer James Ellroy got it right.<br />
Back in the supposedly placid 1 950s, Confidential Magazine was<br />
eveiry studio publicist's worst nightmare—the tinseltown tattler,<br />
ready to go to any sleazy extreme to tell the trashy truth about the<br />
sacred cows and tinhorn idols of the movie elite.<br />
For decades, the Hollywood powers that be had kept a Ud on the<br />
often scandalous off-screen antics of the glamorous young millionaires<br />
who made up the movie colony. Mindful of the destructive<br />
controversies of the '20s (the Fatty Arbuckle manslaughter case, the<br />
death by overdose of "all-American" actor Wallace Reid, the kinky<br />
revelations accompanying the unsolved murder of director William<br />
Desmond Taylor), the film<br />
bosses had taken steps by the<br />
early '30s to control every aspect<br />
of their top stars' public<br />
images. The founding of the<br />
Hayes Office and the institution<br />
of Hollywood's first production<br />
code kept movie<br />
content from offending the<br />
tender sensibilities of the<br />
American public, while a complex<br />
and powerful network of<br />
industry flacks orchestrated<br />
carefully stage-managed public<br />
appearances for the Hollywood<br />
talent pool, calculated<br />
to make some of the most<br />
notorious hedonists in American<br />
history seem like nothing<br />
more nor less than exemplars<br />
of the mainstream Middle<br />
American value system who<br />
got lucky and made good.<br />
Confidential changed all<br />
that. The brainchild of Robert<br />
Harrison, a former adman for<br />
the now-defunct Motion Picture<br />
Daily, and A.R Govoni, a<br />
sometime editor for the National<br />
PoUce Gazette, Confidential<br />
took the Hearstian<br />
"yellow journalism" approach<br />
pioneered in such outlets<br />
as The New York Graphic<br />
and The Los Angeles Mirror<br />
and applied it in full-throttle, lunge-for-the-jugular fashion against<br />
the cream of the Filmtown crop. Journalistic ethics were loose at<br />
best: In addition to "sourcing" the usual crowd of industry hangerson<br />
with an ax to grind. Confidential deployed its own network of<br />
private detectives, including the notorious Fred Otash, a former L.A.<br />
cop who became legendary within the Hollywood community for<br />
his implacable exposure of the most iiltimate details of celebrity<br />
misbehavior, both public and private.<br />
Pay-offs to movietown hookers were commonplace, and Confidential<br />
wasn't shy about running the most intimate details culled<br />
from these less-than-reputable sources. "I'm a Hollywood call girl,"<br />
ran the lead to one article published in March of 1957. "For a price,<br />
I've been up against the best of the movieland wolves. But for sheer<br />
novelty, give me Danny Kaye every time."<br />
public lapped it up. At the height of its power. Confidential<br />
Theracked up a whopping four million monthly nsaders, with<br />
more copies sold of each issue than the circulation of such<br />
emblems of ' 50s Americana as Look or The Saturday Evening Post.<br />
"Everyone [in Hollywood] reads Confidential," Humphrey Bogart<br />
once said. "But they deny it They say the cook brought it into the house."<br />
But not everyone, as it turned out, read it with pleasure. In 1955,<br />
under pressure from the film industry, the U.S. government took<br />
steps to suppress Confidential. The Postal Service ruled that sexy<br />
stories about Sammy Davis Jr, Guy Madison and Walter Pidgeon,<br />
among others, were demonstrably obscene, and ordered<br />
Confidential's publishers to submit advance copies to the Solicitor<br />
General's office, which would rule (presumably very harshly) on<br />
their suitabiUty to be distributed through the mail. It was a naked<br />
violation of the First Amendment, and with the help of ace attorney<br />
Edward Bennett WiUiams, Confidential beat back the challenge.<br />
After that came the deluge.<br />
In 1957, a California<br />
state senator launched an investigation<br />
into whether<br />
Confidential was encouraging<br />
Cahfomia-based private<br />
detectives into selling out<br />
their clients. When that tactic<br />
failed, California governor<br />
Goodwin Knight directed<br />
state attorney general Edmund<br />
G. Brown to mount a<br />
full-scale investigation of<br />
Confidential and its scores of<br />
imitators.<br />
In a star-packed trial that<br />
included testimony from the<br />
likes of Dorothy Dandridge,<br />
Maureen O'Hara and<br />
Liberace, Confidential<br />
fought the state of Cahfomia<br />
to a draw. After 15 days of<br />
deUberations, the jury hung,<br />
and a mistrial was declared.<br />
With legal costs mounting,<br />
Harrison accepted a plea bargain<br />
that included a guilty<br />
plea to one obscenity charge<br />
and a binding agreement to<br />
lay<br />
off Hollywood, h took<br />
Harrison just three issues to<br />
realize that a defanged Confidential<br />
was finished; he<br />
sold out, and though the<br />
magazine continued to publish<br />
well into the 1960s, its era of notoriety and influence was over<br />
Though its hyped-up tabloid style makes it a period piece today,<br />
the ghost of Confidential looms large over American celebrity<br />
journalism. Stories that would have rocked the public back in the<br />
Eisenhower era are now considered so commonplace that they are<br />
fit cover subjects for the likes of People and TV Guide. The more<br />
errant stars have themselves gotten into the act, often collaborating<br />
on their own carefully orchestrated "triumph ofa survivor" publicity<br />
campaigns in which the most intimate and sordid details are passed<br />
out like ftiee beer, accompanied by a "but that's all behind me now"<br />
chaser.<br />
Meanwhile, the hold stardom has on the American consciousness<br />
has in many ways become its defining characteristic. Broadcast at<br />
us 24 hours a day, screaming at us from every supermarket checkout<br />
line, as close as the nearest moviehouse and as far away as the latest<br />
satellite transmi.ssion, celebrity has become pervasive, omnipresent.<br />
Proud of its outsider status, it's doubtful Confidential could survive<br />
in such a star-obses.sed world. In America as well as all over the<br />
worid, there simply no longer seems to be an outside. Ray Greene<br />
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