If you're fond of curios look no further. The basic premise - wheel out as many of yesterdays' headliners who now don't have change of a match as the traffic will bear and let buffs have a ball spotting them - is hi-jacked by a hoary sub-plot featuring Robert Cummins, a star in his own mind and Marsha Hunt who goes down fighting. The opening is hawg heaven for nostalgics with a montage of Hollywood Boulevard and nite spots shot at German expressionistic angles to illustrate the kaleidoscope milieu. It remains a fascinating failure.
Review of Hollywood Boulevard
