In Hollywood's golden age, she was a superstar. And a superbitch. Worshiped by fans, adored by critics, worth hundreds of millions at the box office. And in private a woman who would let nothing stop her from getting what she desired, whether a partner of either sex in bed, or a role every other actress wanted, no matter whom she had to seduce, whom she had to destroy. So who would want to slash her throat? Just about everyone who knew her.
In Hollywood's golden age, she was a superstar. And a superbitch. Worshiped by fans, adored by critics, worth hundreds of millions at the box office. And in private a woman who would let nothing stop her from getting what she desired, whether a partner of either sex in bed, or a role every other actress wanted, no matter whom she had to seduce, whom she had to destroy. So who would want to slash her throat? Just about everyone who knew her.