Studio lights and shades reflected in the window of Sheilah's apartment the first time Scott visits during the evening.
After Graham arrives in New York, a shot of her standing on the street shows 1940s and 50s cars reflected in a store window next to her, even though the scene is set in 1936.
In 1937, in Hollywood, 'Deborah Kerr' (qv) is driving a 1939 Buick convertible.
The story takes place between the years 1936 and 1941, but all of the clothes and hairstyles of 'Deborah Kerr' (qv), as well as those of the other female participants, are strictly in the 1959 mode.
This saga based on the novel by columnist Sheila Graham is the story of her relationship with troubled writer F. Scott Fitzgerald.
One of the quirks of the English language is that although the words "infidel" and "infidelity" both derive from the same Latin root, meaning "unfaithful", they normally have differing meanings in English. "Infidelity" generally refers to adultery or sexual unfaithfulness, whereas an "infidel" normally means someone who does not believe in the tenets of a particular religion.
In 1936, the witty columnist Sheilah Graham (Deborah Kerr) leaves her noble British fiancé and travels in the Queen Mary from Southampton, England, to New York. She seeks out the editor of the North American Newspaper Alliance John Wheeler (Philip Ober) offering her services but he sends her to the Daily Mirror.
Written by an opportunist Sheilah Graham, who was before my time but I do recall my mother reading her column, if one takes this film with only a few grains of salt, its okay.The film starts with Fitzgerald working on "The Last Tycoon" and struggling...
Based on a self-serving novel by one-time girl friend and groupie of F. Scott Fitzgerald, gossip columnist Sheila Graham wrote this trashy story.
I, for one really love this movie. It has all the elements of a classic movie.
This film purports to be about the last years of F. Scott Fitzgerald and his life with his paramour Sheila Graham as seen through the eyes of Ms.
Henry King is a master of making a storybook love movie;but when it comes to biography,(with the exception of "the song of Bernadette" which owed a lot to Jennifer Jones)his art becomes ineffective:in spite of two great actors,nothing works here.The scene on the beach where Kerr tells everything ,warts and all, turns up at the most awkward moment:why does she feel compelled to tell the whole truth when things are working so fine for her?
I thought it was fun. The acting was captivating to me.
