I'm sorry, but trying to read a whole book of sentences like, "There are echoes of Awful Truth's cunning, with Grant marvelously professing mock-befuddlement over Dunne's desert-island companion (Randolph Scott), but Lubitsch's smoothness has been elided, replaced by a klutzy, anxious energy native to Cary Grant alone" just gets me down. The author continues this style throughout the whole book, and I really miss simple sentences and straightforward narration. In addition, he makes catty remarks throughout the book (such as referring to a biographer as a "hagiographer"), and appears to have swallowed unsubstantiated Hollywood gossip as gospel truth. More research, a simpler style, and less intrusion of unpleasant opinions would have made this a much better book.