Frankie Fane has clawed his way to the top of the Hollywood heap. Now, as he's preparing to win his Oscar, his friend Hymie Kelly reminisces over their life together, and Frankie's ruthless struggle to the top and the people he's stepped on (i.e., everyone else in the movie) to make it there. Written by
an Oscar nominee for her costume designs for this film, appears in a scene set at a Hollywood party, when Kay calls Frank to congratulate him on his Oscar nomination, and one other scene. See more »
The newspaper photos of Cheryl Barker hitting Frankie don't match the scene when it happens. She could have hit him twice (she was angry enough), and the photographers might have caught the second hit. See more »
Things haven't been going so good for us the past couple of months, have they?
What you mean is, I'm not workin', so I'm a creep!
You could get a job, Frankie. It wouldn't kill you.
Tell me all about it. You twitch your hips and you think that's ten years on the road guy. Well, nobody ever gave me a dime that I didn't have to sweat for! So knock off with this lazy slob routine!
You hurt me, Frankie!
Send me a bill.
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Absolutely atrocious film from producer Joseph E. Levine, here ripping the lid off the Hollywood can but getting nothing out of it except hot air. Ruthless, snarling Stephen Boyd scratches his way up from seamy strip joints (as manager for the non-blushing Jill St. John) to the top of the H-wood heap as the world's most constipated actor. Laughable backstage melodrama is high camp, but how can you laugh without feeling sorry for all those embarrassed personalities on the screen--none more so than Tony Bennett, looking like a basset hound in a tuxedo. The lousy, fifth-rate screenplay is full of now-legendary fruit-loop lines, Elke Sommer shows more skin than talent, and Frank and Nancy Sinatra have a cameo...It's not for the squeamish! *1/2 from ****
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