Gods and Monsters Page #2

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your elders in their vices,

just as I indulge

the young in theirs.

No, there was no scandal.

My only other vice.

I expect you'd like a fuller

answer to that question.

It'll cost you your jacket.

Too warm for

a jacket anyway.

You must understand how

Hollywood was 20 years ago.

If you were a star nobody cared

a tinker's cuss who you slept with,

so long as you kept

it out of the papers.

As for us directors, well, outside Hollywood

who even knows who George Cukor is,

much less what he gets up to with

those boys from the malt shops?

George Cukor?

Who made A Star is Born?

Take off your shirt,

and I'll tell you all about it.

George is famous for his

Saturday dinner parties.

Great writers, artists,

society folk,

all rubbing elbows

with Hollywood royalty.

But how many of those

oh-so-proper people...

know about the Sunday

brunches that follow?

Armies of trade

eating up the leftovers,

followed by some strenuous

fun and frolic in the pool.

Can we talk about

the horror movies now?

Certainly.

Is there anything in particular

that you want to know?

Will you tell me

everything you remember...

about making Frankenstein?

Ohh.

Can that count

as one question?

- Of course.

- I can't believe I'm doing this.

Just like going swimming,

isn't it?

Well, maybe you'd like a swim

when we're through.

I don't swim myself,

so the pool tends to go to waste.

Okay.

Frankenstein.

Who came up with the

monster's makeup and look?

Oh, my idea, mostly,

from my sketches.

Big, heavy brow.

The head flat on top so you could take

out the old brain and put in the new...

like tinned beef.

He's one of the great

images of the 20th century,

more important

than the Mona Lisa.

Oh, don't be daft.

It's just makeup and padding

and a big actor.

It's hardly the Mona Lisa.

Boris Karloff.

How did you ever think of

casting him as the Monster?

He'd never even starred

in a movie before that.

Mr. Whale?

Is something the matter?

Mr. Whale?

Please excuse me.

Are you all right?

Just...

need to lie down.

Studio. There's a day

bed in the studio.

Oh, my God. Mr. Whale,

what's wrong? Is it your heart?

No, head, not heart.

Water.

Glass is in sink.

Which ones?

I bring them all.

Luminal.

Mr. Kay,

you're not dressed.

I was gonna go swimming.

So you were.

Mmm.

You should probably go home.

You must think

I'm terrible, Hanna.

I don't think you're

anything anymore.

Just back from the hospital,

already you're chasing after boys.

Oh, shut up.

All we did was talk.

Perhaps I should get you uphill

before the pills knock you cold.

No, no, no, no, no.

Please, no.

Let me stay here.

Thank you.

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