The Star Machine

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From one of our most distinguished film scholars, comes a rich, penetrating, amusing book about the golden age of movies and how the studios worked to manufacture stars.

With revelatory insights and delightful asides, Jeanine Basinger shows us how the studio “star machine” worked when it worked, how it failed when it didn't, and how irrelevant it could sometimes be. She gives us case studies focusing on big stars groomed into the system: the “awesomely beautiful” (and ...

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Overview

From one of our most distinguished film scholars, comes a rich, penetrating, amusing book about the golden age of movies and how the studios worked to manufacture stars.

With revelatory insights and delightful asides, Jeanine Basinger shows us how the studio “star machine” worked when it worked, how it failed when it didn't, and how irrelevant it could sometimes be. She gives us case studies focusing on big stars groomed into the system: the “awesomely beautiful” (and disillusioned) Tyrone Power; the seductive, disobedient Lana Turner; and a dazzling cast of others. She anatomizes their careers, showing how their fame happened, and what happened to them as a result. Deeply engrossing, full of energy, wit, and wisdom, The Star Machine is destined to become an classic of the film canon.

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Diving headfirst into Hollywood history, Wesleyan film professor Jeanine Basinger explores the role of studios in shaping the careers of film stars in the 1930s, '40s, and '50s. Instead of focusing on larger-than-life celebrities like Cary Grant and Bette Davis, Basinger shines the spot on their less-famous colleagues, actors who were carefully groomed to become box-office draws. Among those profiled are A-list performers like Tyrone Power and Lana Turner (whose torrid romance presaged Bennifer and Brangelina), successful second-tier entertainers like Eleanor Powell and Dennis Morgan, and reliable character actors like Walter Pidgeon and James Cagney. Examining the inner workings of a juggernaut that produced stunning successes along with a few misfires, The Star Machine illuminates an important chapter in the annals of moviemaking.
From the Publisher
“Startling. . . . An enormous new book of star lore . . . Basinger nestles with almost delicious comfort into the intimate procedures of star manufacture.”
The New Yorker

“Luxurious, often delicious. . . . Ms. Basinger tells her story with her customary verve and sass-she's the Rosalind Russell of film historians.”
The New York Observer

“Entertaining and informative. . . . [Basinger], whose enthusiasm for movies is reflected on every page, has a deft way of encapsulating the kernel of an actor's attraction.”
Chicago Sun-Times

“Engaging. . . . Smart, deeply researched but also chatty and fast-flowing. . . . Basinger's study of the studios' relentless spin control makes an instructive prism through which to view long skeins of Hollywood film history.”
Los Angeles Times

William Grimes
Ms. Basinger, the author of Silent Stars and the chairwoman of the film studies department at Wesleyan University, ingeniously picks apart the gears and levers of the machine, analyzing the careers of a handful of stars whose ups and downs illustrate the studio system at its smooth-functioning best, or reveal its hidden inefficiencies…Ms. Basinger has a bouncy, bright style and a shrewd eye for identifying precisely the qualities that made this or that actor click with audiences, and, in machine terms, guaranteed durability.
—The New York Times
Library Journal

In Hollywood's heyday, studio bosses were on an endless quest to spot, groom, and pamper actors who could be molded into profitable commodities. Basinger (film studies, Wesleyan Univ.; Silent Stars), a well-known film historian and commentator, describes how the old dream factories of the 1930s-50s worked, what was needed to separate stars from character actors and contract players, and the steep price some paid for their fame. The bulk of the book consists of appreciations of stars as widely varied as Eleanor Powell, Deanna Durbin, Loretta Young, and Norma Shearer. Star making was an evolutionary process, and Basinger shows how actors were shaped for changing public tastes, including the girl next door image of June Allyson and such curiosities as the Latina Carmen Miranda. Most of the profiles offer insight about the individuals, but there is little new material on familiar figures like Tyrone Power, Lana Turner, or Errol Flynn. Basinger ends with an appraisal of how today's crop of film celebrities differ from the creations of Hollywood's golden age. Overlong at points, this is still a good choice for public library browsing collections.
—Stephen Rees

Kirkus Reviews
A cinema archivist digs into the vaults of Golden Era Hollywood and comes up with a treasure trove of goodies. In this epochal study on how the Hollywood studio system manufactures stars (sometimes out of little but a cute smile, and other times molding and channeling that indefinable stardust quality), Basinger (Film Studies/Wesleyan Univ.; Silent Stars, 1999, etc.) demonstrates a delightful ability to mix a formidable knowledge of film history, both as business and art form, with a fan's appreciation of what film is all about. Despite the book's title, only the first 100-odd pages really cover the factory process-both its winners, like tap sensation Eleanor Powell, and forgotten misfires like Anna Sten, whom Samuel Goldwyn tried to turn into the next Greta Garbo, only to find out that audiences didn't want another Garbo ("If they had to accept some other exotic European, they'd take Marlene Dietrich"). In sections like "Problems for the System: The Human Factor" (subsections are titled "Disillusionment," "Disobedience," "Defection" and so on), Basinger does what she does best in turning out portrait after portrait of the great and not-so-great stars and workaday B-listers who churned out the product for the old bosses. Basinger understands that it's not the star-machine process itself that is so fascinating, but rather the stars who are swallowed and spit out by the process. The author goes right to the heart of the matter in her examination of movie stars, those immortals walking the earth who define movie magic in all its baffling glory, like the ineffable, oft-ignored genius of somebody like Bing Crosby-"he's got that meanness, plus a touch of larceny and the ability to con anyoneout of anything." Along the way, Basinger dissects the post-World War II collapse of the star system, which was replaced by the free-for-all age in which we currently live-no less interesting in its own regard, only more difficult to codify in all its slippery chaos. Basinger gives ample space to the qualities and typecasting of the likes of Brad Pitt and Julia Roberts, never indulging in sepia-tinged nostalgia for its own sake. A smart study of star quality as an industrial process, written by an academic who still understands Hollywood's cheap, sensuous appeal.
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780307388759
  • Publisher: Knopf Doubleday Publishing Group
  • Publication date: 1/6/2009
  • Series: Vintage Series
  • Edition description: Reprint
  • Pages: 608
  • Sales rank: 438,106
  • Product dimensions: 6.10 (w) x 9.10 (h) x 1.20 (d)

Meet the Author

Jeanine Basinger
Jeanine Basinger is the chair of film studies at Wesleyan University and the curator of the cinema archives there. She has written nine other books on film, including A Woman's View: How Hollywood Spoke to Women 1930–1960; Silent Stars, winner of the William K. Everson Award for Film History; The World War II Combat Film: Anatomy of a Genre; and American Cinema: 100 Years of Filmmaking, the companion book for a ten-part PBS series. She lives with her husband in Middletown, Connecticut.
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Part One: Stars and the Factory System

It’s a crackpot business that sets out to manufacture a product it can’t even define, but that was old Hollywood. Thousands of people in the movie business made a Wizard-of-Oz living, working hidden levers to present an awe-inspiring display on theatre screens: Movie Stars! Hollywood made ’em and sold ’em daily, gamely producing a product for which its creators had no concrete explanation. Sometimes they made films that told the story of their own star-making business, and even then they couldn’t say what exactly a movie star was. They just trusted that the audience wouldn’t need an explanation because it would believe what it was seeing—star presence—could verify its own existence. “She’s got that little something extra,” muses James Mason in 1954’s A Star Is Born, quoting actress Ellen Terry for credibility. Since he’s talking about Judy Garland as he watches her sing “The Man That Got Away,” the point is made. (“She has something!” cries out Lowell Sherman when he spies waitress Constance Bennett in the earlier version of the story, What Price Hollywood?) Hollywood just told people that “he” or “she” or “it” (let’s not forget Rin Tin Tin and Trigger) had “that little something extra” and let it go at that. As a definition, it wasn’t much, but it was all anyone needed—and there’s no arguing with it.

The truth is that nobody—either then or now—can define what a movie star is except by specific example,[1] but the workaday world of moviemaking never gave up trying to figure it out. As soon as the business realized that moviegoers wanted to see stars, they grappled with trying to find a useful definition for the phenomenon of movie stardom, which is really not like any other kind. Marlon Brando called all their attempts “a lot of frozen monkey vomit.” Adding up the monkey’s offerings, it’s clear that over the years, Hollywood collected a sensible list of informed observations: A star has exceptional looks. Outstanding talent. A distinctive voice that can easily be recognized and imitated. A set of mannerisms. Palpable sexual appeal. Energy that comes down off the screen. Glamour. Androgyny. Glowing health and radiance. Panache. A single tiny flaw that mars their perfection, endearing them to ordinary people. Charm. The good luck to be in the right place at the right time (also known as just plain good luck). An emblematic quality that audiences believe is who they really are. The ability to make viewers “know” what they are thinking whenever the camera comes up close. An established type (by which is meant that they could believably play the same role over and over again). A level of comfort in front of the camera. And, of course, “she has something,” the bottom line of which is “it’s something you can’t define.” There’s also the highly self-confident version of “something you can’t define” that is a variation of Justice Potter Stuart’s famous remark about pornography: “I know it when I see it.”

The last one makes sense. “Seeing it” is, in fact, the only reliable definition of stardom. The problem for the business was that audience members didn’t all agree on what they saw. Some said that Greer Garson was a talented actress of ladylike grace and charm, but Pauline Kael called her “one of the most richly syllabled queenly horrors of Hollywood.” For their legions of fans (who still endure), Nelson Eddy and Jeanette MacDonald were the believable epitome of musical romance, but for Noël Coward they were “an affair between a mad rocking horse and a rawhide suitcase.”[2] Hollywood followed majority opinion, promoting the stars for which there was the most consistent audience agreement, while they worked hard to figure out the mystery of why one person (Clark Gable) could be loved by fans and someone who looked just like him (John Carroll) could not. It was Topic A in Hollywood, and studio bosses didn’t discuss it only in isolated boardrooms. They read stars’ mail, quizzed fan clubs, and enlisted the help of movie magazines to create questionnaires about who the public liked and why. Answers from fans almost always boiled down to one thing: a popular movie star was perceived to have a tangible physical presence. “He’s so real. I almost feel I can reach out and touch him (Gable).” “She’s adorable, very warm and real (Janet Gaynor).” “When she’s on screen, you can’t look at anyone else, and you feel you’re right up there with her (Garbo).” “I think he’s just like someone I could know right here in Ohio, and if I needed anything he’d step down and get it for me (Van Johnson).” In other words, it’s what Elvis Presley’s character in Jailhouse Rock (1957) tells his co-star after he unexpectedly kisses her. She sputters about his “cheap tactics,” but he nails down the reason she’ll accept him: “That ain’t tactics, honey. That’s just the beast in me.” Orson Welles told Peter Bogdanovich that this “beast” was best represented by Jimmy Cagney, who passed the real test of the term “star quality” because he could “displace air . . . be a screen filler.”

Fans confirmed their desire for this tangible presence, telling moviemakers what they responded to in movie stars really was something that seemed physical. Great movie stars were “alive” inside the frame. It was their home, their owned space. They were utterly at ease up there (and, sadly enough, often nowhere else). When Frank Sinatra and Bing Crosby, two consummate stars, sing “Did Ya Evah?” in High Society (1956), they prove the point. “Did Ya Evah?” was a tough assignment. Sinatra and Crosby had to sing, dance, hit their camera marks, respect the sophisticated Cole Porter lyrics, deliver scripted dialogue, stay within their characters, pretend to be slightly drunk, keep the beat of the orchestra playback, move around a specially designed library set with limited space while following a specific choreography that had to look improvised, and never forget that they were rivals for the audience’s affection, “Frankie” and “Bing.” They have to watch out for each other in more ways than one. (Each was keenly aware of the other’s star power.)

“Did you hear about poor Blanche? She got caught in an avalanche,” sings Sinatra, carefully enunciating Porter’s words. “Game girl,” mutters Crosby, riffing on the lyrics. “She got up and finished fourth.” Sinatra responds with his own ad lib: “I think I’ll dance!” As he wobbles by, Crosby cautions, “Well, don’t hurt yourself.” These men are what stars are, doing what stars do. They seem as if they’re making it up right in front of you. Looking at them performing “Did Ya Evah?” is a lesson in star definition: two hardworking professionals are executing a complicated musical assignment in order to look like two amateurs who’re reeling through an accidental musical romp. Fifty years later, after they’re both dead and gone, they are still alive inside the frame—still making it appear that it’s happening right in front of you, in the moment. The illusion of stardom is always the illusion of ease.

In the “golden era” of Hollywood, filmmakers knew that stardom required personalities like Crosby and Sinatra. Finding such stars was what the studios did. But how did they do it? Was there a formula? No. But there was a process. The hard part was that the process cost a great deal of money, and it was fraught with potential disasters. No matter what they did, no matter how smart they were about it, it could go wrong, because no one knew for sure what they were doing.

Moviemakers asked themselves many questions to define stardom. Was it luck, an accident of fate? When Alice Faye got appendicitis and had to be quickly replaced in Down Argentine Way (1940), her desperate studio (20th Century–Fox) stuck a cute blonde who’d been around town for nearly a decade into her part: Betty Grable. Given a chance by an appendix, Grable succeeded and became even more famous than Faye, lasting for an unprecedented decade at the top of popularity polls. All her life, Grable said her stardom happened because “I was just lucky.” The business asked itself, “Was it only luck?” Or did it require some special role that fit perfectly to what the actor could do? When five-time Olympic gold medal swimmer Johnny Weissmuller was cast as Tarzan, the role gave him a lifetime of fame. Since he was no actor (by his own frank admission), a movie with little dialogue and a lot of swimming fit him perfectly. No Tarzan, no Johnny?

Maybe actors became big stars because they seemed to incorporate their own opposites. Shirley Temple, that adorable little tot, was also a bossy brat who faked her way forward. If you met a kid like that in real life, you’d want to smack her. Robert Walker seemed shy and innocent, but Hitchcock brought forward some disturbed quality that made him perfect as the evil Bruno in Strangers on a Train (1951). Barbara Stanwyck was tough but vulnerable. Tyrone Power was masculine yet feminine. Carole Lombard seemed like a fun pal, but she was the ultimate in sophisticated glamour. Maybe it was that a star had to find the perfect on-screen mate to supply some “other half.” As Katharine Hepburn famously said about Astaire and Rogers, “He gives her class and she gives him sex.” Was it some perfect co-starring that made magic and solidified the career? Would Flynn have made it without de Havilland? Eddy without MacDonald? Walter Pidgeon without Greer Garson? What could Abbott have been without Costello? Without Dorothy Lamour, the Hope-Crosby Road pictures wouldn’t have worked as well. On-screen, Hope and Crosby were essentially disrespectful. They mocked the plot, the characters, the audience, and themselves in equal measure. They thumbed their noses at the filmmaking process itself, breaking the fourth wall and making self-referential and topical gags, but Lamour was always present to ground them. (They called her “Momma.”) She was beautiful, of course, and her songs broke their tension, but she dealt with Hope and Crosby calmly, in an unflappable manner. She was a gorgeous 1940s Margaret Dumont to leaven their Marxian antics, a center of cheerful gravitas.[3]

Maybe stardom wasn’t about co-stars or other actors at all. Maybe it was a director’s keen eye that saw possibilities in an actor that no one else saw—as Josef von Sternberg claimed for his “star-making” skill with Marlene Dietrich? (William Holden said that without director Billy Wilder to shape his acting career, “I would have been Henry Aldrich.”) Maybe lighting could make a woman a star (Claudette Colbert), or a costume (Joan Crawford’s famous Letty Lynton tea dress and, later on, her shoulder pads and ankle-strapped shoes), a memorable song (Rita Hayworth’s “Put the Blame on Mame”), or an appearance in the movie version of a legendary best seller (Vivien Leigh in Gone with the Wind, 1939). Or maybe stardom was linked to some totally unpredictable minor little personal trait? Was it Elvis’s hips or Harlow’s platinum hair? Did Joan Bennett’s dye job (from blond to brunette) change her from just another pretty girl into a seductive movie queen? Gary Cooper was a great kisser. He always did it right, bending his co-star back, holding on, and kissing the devil out of her.[4] He was a great-looking guy with lots of talent, but was it kissing that put him over? With Gable, was it all in the mustache?

In the end, the business forgot about questions and answers, and just kept its options open, realizing there would always be an unknown, abstract, and unpredictable part to the star-making process. They would always be reconciling opposing elements and taking big chances, treading a fine line between objective business plans and subjective audience response.

“A star was born, not made,” writes W. Robert LaVine in In a Glamorous Fashion: The Fabulous Years of Hollywood Costume Design. He was right, but also wrong. “You don’t manufacture stars,” said Joan Crawford (who was in a position to know). “You manufacture toys.” She was wrong, but also right. Studio moguls—men such as Louis B. Mayer, Harry Cohn, Jack Warner, Darryl Zanuck, Sam Goldwyn et al.—understood this contradiction and faced up to it daily. They succeeded because they accepted that there was no need to define stardom—anything that worked was all the definition they’d need. “She’s got something!” would do just fine. Since they were in business, they knew they’d need to control as many things about creating movie stars as possible, but they’d gamble on the rest. The intelligence of the Hollywood businessmen who came to this conclusion—and their astounding nerve—is seldom acknowledged.

And so Hollywood, with its factory-like studio system, cheerfully made a living manufacturing a product it couldn’t define, confident that someone out there (“the little people”) would do it for them—and pay them for the privilege. They busied themselves looking for a Judy Garland to put up on the screen so the audience could find her and say “She’s got that little something you can’t define but we can recognize when we see it because it’s that little something extra.” They would look for actors and actresses who could project the mysterious “x factor” of stardom. It was a crackpot idea, all right, but against all odds, they made it work because whatever it was, the x factor was viewable.

In fact, there are examples of the x factor popping off the screen all over film history. It’s the infrared in the dark of the movie house.[5] Bette Davis, even in her fake-blonde days, outshines everyone around her in forgotten movies like So Big (1932), Housewife (1934), and Ex-Lady (1933). Jimmy Cagney’s animal magnetism wipes everyone out of the frame even in small parts in Doorway to Hell (1930) and Other Men’s Women (1931). A young Esther Williams jumps out in an MGM wartime short entitled Inflation, which she made after her initial screen test and just before her first feature assignment. She’s a beginner with no acting experience—a swimmer, for heaven’s sake— paired with a terrific actor, Edward Arnold. Arnold plays the devil, tempting Williams to break the rules of rationing and buy herself a fur coat. He gets totally lost when Williams confidently struts around in the coat, flashing her x factor. (Pressed to explain why such an inexperienced swimming champion could be turned into a big box office movie star, Arthur Freed searched hard for reasons. Finally he came up with “She’s cheerful!"[6])

NOTES
[1] Actor Frederic March didn't much like Joan Crawford, but asked to define stardom, he mentioned her name and said: "She was a star."
[2] In talking about movie stardom, it's important not to confuse the old studio system in the Hollywood of the 1930s and 1940s with the one that exists today. "Star" history has to be divided into "then" and "now" because the importance of stardom has diminished over time. The stars of silent film and of the great studio system were gods and goddesses. The public revered them, but they had to earn their stardom. Today anybody's a star who can get his or her name in front of thet credits by negotiating for it. The next-door neighbor in a sitcom is a star. The term is the bottom rung of show business, and to compensate for its devaluation, there is a tarted-up power system of star levels—an upping of wattage. Above "star" is "superstar" and above "superstar" is "megastar." By this standard, Bogart and Davis and Cooper and Cagney are gigastars. As Baryshnikov said about Fred Astaire, "He's dancing. The rest of us are doing something else."
[3] Lamour's sense of humor can be seen in On Our Merry Way (1948), in which, playing a movie star who does jungle movies (i.e., herself in a spoof of herself), she sings the unforgettable "I'm the Queen of the Hollywood Isles." Lamour was on top of things. She understood how the business worked and was known as "the girl who never made an enemy." Today her sarong is in the Smithsonian.
[4] One of his leading ladies, Laraine Day (The Story of Dr. Wassell, 1944), said, "Gary kisses the way Charles Boyer looks like he kisses...Well! It was like holding a hand grenade and not being able to get rid of it. I was left breathless."
[5] The observable "glow" of potential stardom was present from the very beginning of film history. Clara Bow pops off the screen in her earliest films (such as Down to the Sea in Ships in 1922). She's vivid, alive—a breath of fresh air that is the very definition of "screen presence." In his first silent film, The Winning of Barbara Worth (1926), Gary Cooper shoved even star Ronald Colman aside. Audiences responded to his presence and Variety confirmed his charisma, saying he was "a youth who will be heard of on the screen."
[6] William's good cheer was so tangible that MGM felt comfortable referring to it as a joke. "Who's the picture of health?" sneers Carooll Baker in Easy to Love (1953), when she first spots her fival, Williams.

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  • Posted January 21, 2009

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    ARE THE STARS OUT TONIGHT?

    As the author writes "`Movie star' in the old Hollywood was a concept. The person who became one juggled opposing forces: studio domination and ownership versus personal ambition and self-assertion." <BR/><BR/>Basinger explores each of these forces in fascinating detail as they relate to a myriad of actors and actresses. Part One is a dissection of actors/actresses and the factory system - the lengths that studios would go to and the money spent to develop a star astounds. Of course, more often than not the "star" had little to do with the real person but as long as movie-goers voiced their approval it didn't matter. Appearances, personalities, private lives could be manufactured as long as the person had that certain something on screen. The ones who had "it" easily come to mind - Lana Turner, Clark Gable, Errol Flynn, Rita Hayworth, etc. They were, one might say, commodities, bought and sold. <BR/><BR/>At times, in order for that "it" to become apparent a perfect on-screen mate was needed. Think Walter Pidgeon and Greer Garson, Abbott and Costello. Or, as Katharine Hepburn said about Fred Astaire and Ginger Rogers, "He gives her class and she gives him sex." <BR/><BR/>Part Two deals largely with individuals - the human factor in the star system and, as Alice Faye said, "The deck was stacked against us." Once many reached the top they disliked, resented the price they had paid. It was hard work, six days a week, and their lives were not their own. Ann Rutherford put it succinctly, "We were really like slaves. You were chattels of the studios." The actors were forced to do whatever the studios told them to do or they were suspended. Thus, one saw Jimmy Stewart and Joan Crawford trying to teeter around in ice skates in an ice follies movie. <BR/><BR/>Some like Deanna Durbin turned their backs on Hollywood - she fled to a farmhouse in France and evidently lived quite happily there. Others remained to fight, among the best battlers were Bette Davis, James Cagney and Olivia de Havilland. <BR/><BR/>All the stars from then and now are included, their ups and downs comprehensively chronicled by Jeanine Basinger who turns in-depth research into fascinating reading. The Star Machine is more than worth the price of admission. <BR/><BR/>Enjoy. <BR/><BR/>- Gail Cooke

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  • Posted February 16, 2009

    The best book on "old Hollywood" that you'll find!

    This is truly an exceptional book about old Hollywood. It is filled with interesting information about the studio system and about the people who were part of it. The writing is terrific and the research is thorough. Ms. Basinger is obviously an expert in her field and one of her other books, "Silent Stars," is also great. Her portraits of such stars as Errol Flynn, Lana Turner, Tyrone Power are wonderful and her use of the studio system as a framework works very well. The bottom line: if you like reading about old Hollywood, this is THE book to get!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 16, 2008

    Intriguing Look at Old Hollywood

    Jeanine Basinger takes much of the mystique out of movie stardom in the 1930s and 1940s in her well-reseached analysis of how it really worked in that glamorous era. Don't be put off by the weight of this hefty tome - the pages fly by! She details the way studios created a star step by step, transforming a perfectly ordinary individual who managed to have an indefinable 'something', into an object of beauty and desire on the big screen. The emphasis is on how movie studios understood themselves as a business and each star was regarded as a 'product'. The author presents case studies of Tyrone Power, Loretta Young, Errol Flynn, Lana Turner, and many others. All of it is fascinating, and a great read. P.S. Ms. Basinger appears to have a bit of a crush on Tyrone Power, evidenced by constant references to him throughout the book. The lushly beautiful cover photo of Mr. Powers romancing Loretta Young makes it easy to understand why.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 15, 2008

    'Scintillating and Informative History of Stardom.'

    Although often compared to Pauline Kael, Jeanine Basinger is superior to that much-missed doyenne of film criticism in one respect. She does not share Kael's acerbic dislike of the 'grand lady' stars of the 'thirties and 'forties. Among the many gems in Basinger's 'The Star Machine' are generous tributes to the chic eroticism of Norma Shearer, the comic grace and style of Irene Dunne, and even the 'tart, fairly saucy' quality of the usually regal Greer Garson. Encyclopaedic in scope, yet epigrammatic in style, 'The Star Machine' offers a comprehensive analysis of that paradoxical marriage of exploitation and homage that was the Studio System. On the one hand, 'Old Hollywood' tyrannically insisted on imposing 'the shared common knowledge' of typecasting. On the other hand, the studios delighted in possessing the talents of 'utterly distinctive' stars, like James Cagney, who could shatter any imprisoning mould. 'The Star Machine' focuses on the tragedies (Tyrone Power unable to free himself from his swashbuckling 'pretty boy' stereotype),the malfunctions(the gifted and lovely Anna Sten mistakenly promoted as a 'new Garbo'), and the successful bids for independence. It certainly makes the reader look at Deanna Durbin and the 'supreme careerist', Loretta Young, with newly respectful eyes. Crammed with quotable snippets (did you know that pin-up shots of Betty Grable were used to assist US navigators to identify target areas?)and insightful contemporary analogies (although I don't agree that Colin Farrell 'really looks like Tyrone Power'), 'The Star Machine' is essential reading, not simply for movie-buffs, but for anyone who is intrigued by talent and business, and the often weird union of the two.

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