

Imagine, if you can, a Los Angeles that still smells of raw plaster and gardenias, where the air is thick with magnesium flash-powder and the future hasn’t been invented yet. Into this half-built paradise storms Night Life in Hollywood, a picture so drunk on its own contradictions it needs a stagger-step just to stay ...

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John Frederick Caldwell

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" Imagine, if you can, a Los Angeles that still smells of raw plaster and gardenias, where the air is thick with magnesium flash-powder and the future hasn’t been invented yet. Into this half-built paradise storms Night Life in Hollywood, a picture so drunk on its own contradictions it needs a stagger-step just to stay upright. It is at once a morality play, a backstage musical, a cocaine-fuelled slapstick, and a séance for a city that refuses to admit it’s already dead. The opening shot—a dolly ..."
Jack Connolly
John Frederick Caldwell
United States

1933 · IMDb 6.1


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