Books like Hollywood Babylon

Kenneth Anger's Hollywood Babylon is a boiling cesspool of lies! Practically none of this shit happened. The ratio of truth to lies is like 10 to 1. I have it on the highest authority those girls looked thirty under the bad set lighting. My great-great-great aunt was there for that underage (by trickery! It was set up!) sleepover-cum-orgy and Lillian Gish had no idea that Dorothy Gish was the other girl in the bed with Griffiths. This Kenneth Angers person is blowing it all out of proportion just to sell a few measely books. And Charlie Chaplin's mustache supplementing his income by performing mustache stand-in duties for Hitler? Preposterous! My cousin's roomate knows this guy and he says it was accidental mustache standing in! Hitler told him he was going to be back after a toilet break. The same thing happened to George Harrison's beard. Charles Manson took too long in the bathroom, is all. I mean, really. Where is he getting all of these facts? There is no way that Fatty Arbuckle forced a genie to live in a coke bottle. How does a big man fit into that tiny hole? He would kill them! I heard something different than the sordid tale of Stroheim's monocle blinding ladies on beaches into dropping their bikini tops. Joan Crawford was the economist for the George W. Bush administration? Failed Hollywood starlets mounted the Hollywoodland sign in hopes that King Kong would either kill them or cast them as his next leading lady? This book has more namedropping than Madonna's Vogue rap and is more apocolyptic than Deborah Harry's Rapture rap from her Blondie days. My niece's great-great-great-great-great cousin twice removed married into a family that employed as a garderner the direct descendent of Randolph Hearst and Marion Davies did not sell his family jewels to pay off his debts after the stock market crash. She merely sold some jewelry he gave her that didn't go with any of her furs. Who actually believes this shit? I heard that all of the stars from the silent era didn't sound like Danny Kaye before his voice broke, not this shit about the kissing disease and they all lost their voice en masse. Pfffffft. Don't believe everything you read. Trust my hairdresser that Kenneth Angers is laughing all the way to the bank as he'd believe these nice immigrant boys who harmlessly ran movie studios to bring joy to the public and employ Jayne Mansfield's prehistoric boob job. Think of the trouble they'd get up to on their own!