I can’t think why… 
Er… I guess standards changed… 
That’s the beauty in question. 
Even crossing the street was almost heroic. 
I listened to Wrong Eye instead of the alternatingly jaunty and maudlin soundtrack.
It’s a very bowdlerised “behind the scenes” look at Hollywood. Kinda fun.
Souls for Sale. Rupert Hughes. 1923.
Mojito
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