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
Bob Hope, who plays the Master of Ceremonies in this film's Oscar sequences, hosted more Academy Awards shows than anyone else in Hollywood history. See more »
In the scene in the yacht Frankie says he pushed a rack on 28th street. The garment center in New York City is between 34th & 40th streets. See more »
Don't you understand *how* you embarrassed me in there? Who do you think you are, Frankie, just who do you think you are?
I'm *me*. And that's plenty good enough.
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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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