Well-done tale of totally amoral Hollywood producer Jonathan Shields (Kirk Douglas). It's all told in flashback of how he made...and destroyed...three people--actress Georgia Lorrison (Lana Turner), business associate Fred Amiel (Barry Sullivan) and writer James Lee Bartlow (Dick Powell).

Purportedly this was an accurate portrayal of what Hollywood was like at the time--I have my doubts. It's well-directed with beautiful black and white cinematography but I don't think this was all factual (however I did get a kick out of the obvious caricature of von Stronheim). Acting varies--Powell is terrible--I realize he didn't have much to work with but he doesn't even try. Sullivan was OK. Turner was just superb--one of her best performances. Douglas is good but lacks the charisma to put the part over. Somehow Gloria Grahame got a Best Supporting Actress Oscar for this--she's barely in it. Also this goes on a bit too long.

So it's worth catching but just misses the mark of being a really great film. I give it an 8.