Hollywood finds no subject more fascinating than Hollywood. It has dwelled on itself virtually from the moment the film industry began. The good stuff endures – from Sunset Boulevard and Singin’ in the Rain onwards – but there is a lot of bloated dross out there.
To the second pile we must add the three hours of Hollywood Con Queen – a tale of a scam that could be told in 60 minutes, rather than the 180 allocated. A large scam, to be sure, involving the impersonation of a lot of studio heads, but a scam nonetheless, operating along the same principles as any other to which we have borne witness in life or as viewers of true-crime shows.
