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BRYAN BURROUGH The jaw-dropping, $4.1 million sale of a movie prop, the Maltese Falcon statuette from the 1941 film noir classic of the same name, inspired Special Correspondent Bryan Burrough to delve into the world of Hollywood collectors for “It’s the Stuff That Dreams Are Made Of,” on page 194. “There are few stories more fun to research and write than a good mystery,” says Burrough. “And the story of the real Maltese Falcon turns out to be almost as bizarre as the one we know on film.” JUDD APATOW “When you hang out with a man who is 101 and sharp as a tack, everything he does is a health plan for longevity,” says Judd Apatow of fellow actor-directorproducer Norman Lloyd (at wheel), whom he profiles for the Spotlight…

I enjoyed Michael Lewis’s insightful article on Tom Wolfe [“The White Stuff,” November]. I met Mr. Wolfe in 1999 shortly after the publication of A Man in Full. I was walking through the Charlotte, North Carolina, airport on my way to Charleston and from a distance spotted his unmistakable white suit. As I approached my gate, I found him sitting there waiting for the same flight. I introduced myself and told him how much I was enjoying his new book. He politely thanked me, and I learned that he was on his way to speak at the Citadel. I explained that I was going to Charleston to take a deposition in a case involving a fire at an expensive beachfront home on Kiawah Island. He perked up and began questioning…

AGE: 16. PROVENANCE: Los Angeles and Paris. BREAKOUT: Already Hollywood royalty, the coveted young model made her acting debut at Sundance this year in Kevin Smith’s Yoga Hosers, opposite his daughter, Harley. “I’ve always known Kevin as my friend’s dad. It was a great way to make my first movie.” ALL IN THE FAMILY: Parents Johnny Depp and Vanessa Paradis are supportive but leave the journey to their daughter. “Art is such a personal experience, I really try to make my own thing.” SEEING DOUBLE: Catwalk catnip at Chanel, she’s also the face of its eyewear campaign. “When I was a baby I wore my mom’s Chanel pumps—to be able to say that I work with Karl Lagerfeld is a dream come true.” STAGE RIGHT: “I wanted to be a…

Let’s get one thing straight: I don’t want your pity. However, this photo of Charlie McCarthy and me in our matching feety pajamas neatly sums up my childhood. My father was a ventriloquist— on the radio—and the dummy he created was a cocky, charming character who went on to become an icon in 40s and 50s America. While technically an only child, I was always known—as a kid, at least—as ‘Charlie’s sister.’ Now I want your pity. Is it any wonder my early performances in film were referred to as ‘wooden’? “This picture was one of many photo ops that people in the entertainment business were required to do for fan magazines to maintain ‘awareness.’ It shows the two of us from a Christmas layout taken at our home in…

Los Angeles native Jennifer Meyer Maguire has amassed a cult following based on her subtly elegant jewelry line, with its perfect pieces, which can be worn alone but also look super-chic when layered. The Jennifer Meyer collection, which is sold at Barneys and online at Net-a-Porter, has an enormous celebrity fan base. Her pendants, in particular, such as her heart-shaped locket, given as a gift to Mary Jane Watson (Kirsten Dunst’s character in Spider-Man 3) by Peter Parker (played by Tobey Maguire, Meyer’s husband), have had story-line significance. Herewith, her favorite things … BEAUTY PRODUCTS Lipstick Beautycounter Lip Sheer in Petal for everyday. Mascara Revlon Ultimate All-in-One Mascara. Concealer Clé de Peau. Foundation I prefer bronzer. Nuxe is my secret weapon. Shampoo Living Proof No Frizz Shampoo. Moisturizer Crème de…

“What is it?” “The stuff that dreams are made of.” “Huh.” —A cop asking Sam Spade about the Maltese Falcon in the final scene of the 1941 film. Along with the ruby slippers Judy Garland wore in The Wizard of Oz and Orson Welles’s “Rosebud” sled, which burns in the final frames of Citizen Kane, there is probably no more iconic item of Hollywood memorabilia than the Maltese Falcon, the black statuette that Humphrey Bogart, as detective Sam Spade, tracked down in John Huston’s classic film of the same name. Lost to history for decades, it resurfaced in the 1980s in the hands of a Beverly Hills oral surgeon, and beginning in 1991 traveled the world as part of a Warner Bros. retrospective, with stops at the Centre Pompidou, in…

At Le Pain Quotidien in Brooklyn Heights, where many thirty- and fortysomethings come to sweat it out on their television pilot/novel/screenplay/tech start-up or other get-rich-quick scheme, 24-year-old Noam Ash and 25-yearold Austin Bening are giddily basking in their recent Hollywood glory, having just learned that they’re this close to selling their You-Tube Web series, My Gay Roommate, to one of the premium online networks. Like most things YouTube, the series, about a gay college student and his straight roommate, is about themselves. The show’s star, Ash, an Israeli-American, is the gay one. The director, Bening, grew up in Ohio, having never known a gay person until 2009, when he met Ash, his freshman roommate, at Tufts. They have lived with each other ever since. “Six years, domestic partnership in the…

Several years ago, while on vacation, I was talking in a pool with the actor Ed O’Neill. He was telling me another of his great show-business stories when he said, “You know who you need to meet, who has the best stories? Norman Lloyd. He’s in his late 90s. He was in the Mercury Theatre with Orson Welles; he was the saboteur in Alfred Hitchcock’s movie; and he was a good friend of Charlie Chaplin. You would love him. It’s like he stepped out of another era.” I asked Ed to set up a lunch. Norman, who was 99 at the time, arrived dressed in a snazzy sweater and a hat that used to belong to director Jean Renoir. We talked for hours and he never seemed to tire. His…

Back in the day, long before C.G.I. took over so much of the film business, movie props were actually made by hand. For John Huston’s 1941 detective classic, The Maltese Falcon, Warner Bros. craftsmen are reported to have produced (by one count) six of the foot-tall Falcon figures. The story of what happened to those artifacts is at the center of Vanity Fair Special Correspondent Bryan Burrough’s report this month, “It’s the Stuff That Dreams Are Made Of,” on page 194. Burrough’s search for the One True Falcon—the statuette handled by Humphrey Bogart and Sydney Greenstreet in the film—picks up at the Northern California home of a fellow named Hank Risan, who collects rare guitars. He owns hundreds of them. He also collects antique British chess sets and, for the…

1 SPIT-TAKE MASTER ERNEST SMEECH Ernest Smeech, born with jumbo saliva glands, could do 20 spit takes without a break— so endearing him to directors that they often ordered writers to add spit-take scenes, even to costume dramas, just for the pleasure of working with this consummate pro. 2 HECTOR “ BALLOON BUM ” HAVOLINE JR. Hector Havoline Jr. was Hollywood’s go-to guy for his patented high jinks in 30s high-society comedies. Grotesquely obese, Havoline needed no breakaway pants; he would simply bend over and it was r-r-r-r-rip! every time. 3 AL DORK, DOGBITE GENIUS Al Dork hated all animals, but his stunt work with dogs made him rich enough to amass the world’s largest array of man-eating piranhas. 4 BOUNCING BUD SNIVELY The Human Toboggan’s skids and somersaults down…

1 THE L.A. OF THE LAND It’s often been said that Los Angeles is 72 suburbs in search of a city. Using New York as a template, here’s how to think of them: Beverly Hills is Fifth Avenue; West Hollywood is Chelsea; Bel Air is Park Avenue; Santa Monica is the Upper West Side. Pacific Palisades is the Upper East Side; Venice is the East Village; Los Feliz and Silver Lake are Brooklyn; and Downtown is SoHo and Tribeca, circa 1980. Encino and Sherman Oaks are Short Hills and Montclair, New Jersey, respectively. And just like New York, it’s all ridiculously overpriced. 2 THE NEW YORK– VERSUS–L.A. CONVERSATION Despite the foregoing, it’s over. Sure, New York has the edge on museums, Russian billionaires, and news-gathering organizations. But what you find…

It was Nora Ephron’s screenwriter mother, Phoebe, who coined the maxim that gives Everything Is Copy its title. The documentary, which premieres on HBO in March, is, in some respects, a third-generation exercise in strip-mining the family’s personal experiences for material. Jacob Bernstein, the movie’s co-director (with Nick Hooker), is the elder son of Ephron, the polymathic author, journalist, essayist, director, and playwright, who died in 2012. Bernstein is seen on-screen talking to such friends and associates of his mother’s as Meryl Streep, Mike Nichols, Amy Pascal, Tom Hanks, all three of Nora’s sisters, and both of her ex-husbands—the latter of whom, Carl Bernstein, Jacob’s father, is a reluctant but compelling participant, having been the subject of Ephron’s acerbic roman à clef about their divorce, Heartburn. Making the movie, Jacob…

PLATFORM Six years ago, David Fishbein, 29, was living with his parents in the Bay Area. He had a “big idea” but no ability to bring it to life. He was introduced by a mutual friend to Joseph “Joey” Miller, 33, a fourth-generation Los Angeles native, and together they formed a real-estate-development company, Runyon. In March they will unveil Platform—Fishbein’s big idea—which is sprawled across four acres in the middle of Culver City’s Hayden Tract neighborhood. They have created an indoor-outdoor urban oasis that will showcase high-end fashion retailers, top-chef restaurants, a skin-care apothecary, and design stores from around the world. “There is an amazing history of creative companies down here in Hayden Tract,” Miller says. “It was an unpolished gem.” “People thought we were crazy to bring these high-profile…

Cate Blanchett was this year’s guest of honor at the glamorous MoMA Film Benefit, in New York City, presented by Chanel and hosted by Karl Lagerfeld, Cindy Sherman, Martin Scorsese, and Graydon Carter.…

Ann Romney gave the game away four years ago. Not that it was any secret, but the wife of the Republican presidential contender in 2012 spelled it all out in a way that should have been embarrassing to everyone involved in politics. A Democratic political operative named Hilary Rosen had commented publicly in a CNN interview with Anderson Cooper that Ann Romney “never worked a day in her life.” This overlooked the fact that, as a homemaker, Romney had successfully raised five nearly identical, Wasp-perfect sons. Five out of five—it almost defies the laws of physics. Republicans leapt on Rosen’s remark as an insult to women who had chosen to stay home and raise a family rather than pursue a career in the workforce. This is a substantial bloc of…

Vanity Fair has a pretty reliable legacy as a Hollywood handicapper. A prime example: every month for more than 20 years, a full-page portrait of a young player on the verge of stardom, typically an actress, has opened our up-front Vanities section—and, in turn, the magazine. We’ve also picked our fair share of actors, as evidenced by the fresh faces assembled here. Leonardo DiCaprio, for example—before he came to be known as just “Leo”—was gaining attention in the 90s for a string of pictures, including This Boy’s Life, What’s Eating Gilbert Grape, and The Basketball Diaries. We featured Ben Affleck in 1997, when, thanks to Chasing Amy and Good Will Hunting, he was coming on strong. Vin Diesel first caught our attention at the Sundance Film Festival with his short…

My father, movie producer Samuel Goldwyn Jr., produced the Academy Awards for two years running, in 1987 and again in 1988, for which he won an Emmy. He looked every inch the “Hollywood producer” in his Savile Row suits, a blue-andwhite striped Turnbull & Asser shirt, 60s aviator glasses—a silver fox. I didn’t yet have his sense of style. I was an awkward 10-yearold when he started rehearsals for the ’87 awards—with a bad perm and too short bangs I’d cut myself. Hollywood was my backyard, not the high-school cafeteria run by the football team I would later know it to be. My brother Peter and I treated the Dorothy Chandler Pavilion, in downtown Los Angeles, where the ceremony was held, as our personal playground; we ran rampant through the…

I realized that I wanted to be Dawn Steel. It was 1987. I suddenly got a call from Dawn Steel, who asked me to drive up to her home on Gloaming Drive, in Beverly Hills, to meet her. I didn’t know Dawn, but I knew the story. She had recently been fired from her job as head of production at Paramount, while in labor at the hospital, just before giving birth to her daughter. (You can’t make this stuff up.) She had been made a producer, which studios normally do when they fire you. Dawn wanted to talk to me about my running her new production company. I knew I didn’t want the job, because Scott Rudin, then president of production at Twentieth Century Fox, had recently given me an…

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Dana Spiotta’s Innocents and Others (Scribner) zooms in on two female filmmakers whose manipulative friend has been “catfishing” Hollywood bigwigs. It’s a thrillingly complex and emotionally astute novel about fame, power, and alienation steeped in a dark eroticism and a particularly American kind of loneliness. And Then All Hell Broke Loose (Simon & Schuster) is Richard Engel’s rousing account of being shot at, bombed, and kidnapped while reporting on the Middle East. Anarchy rules in Fred Leebron’s artfully unsettling Welcome to Christiania (Outpost19). Olivia Laing connects with profound states of disconnection in The Lonely City (Picador). Sally Denton exposes the Bechtel-family construction dynasty in The Profiteers (Simon & Schuster). Alec Ross prophesies about The Industries of the Future (Simon & Schuster). Alan Light bows before the High Priestess of Soul…

We gon’ be alright,” raps the socially conscious yet optimistic Kendrick Lamar, who has been nominated for 11 Grammys this year—second only to Michael Jackson, who got 12 nominations in 1984. The 28-year-old Lamar, a native of Compton, California, is considered the most important and exciting rapper of his generation. His critically acclaimed, multi-nominated album, To Pimp a Butterfly, which debuted at No. 1 last March, is, according to Lamar himself, “unapologetic, fearful, and honest.” Here, he talks with Lisa Robinson about inspiration, collaboration, and the hope in his community. LISA ROBINSON: No rap album has won the Album of the Year Grammy since Outkast did for The Love Below, 12 years ago. Considering that rap is the most original music of the last three decades, do you feel this…

ACTING IS “WHAT PEOPLE DID WHEN THEY GREW UP.” What other actors consider audacious leaps into the darkest realms of human depravity are, for Jennifer Jason Leigh, typical roles. Since her 1982 breakthrough in Fast Times at Ridgemont High, Leigh has taken on all manner of troubled women, or women who are trouble, in such films as Last Exit to Brooklyn, Rush, Single White Female, and Margot at the Wedding. She is also, when called upon, a dab hand at comedy, as she demonstrated in the Coen brothers’ The Hudsucker Proxy. Now she has drawn praise (and an Oscar nomination) for a pair of roles that bring together her funny and transgressive sides: as Daisy Domergue, the scraggly Old West lowlife who is Kurt Russell’s bounty in Quentin Tarantino’s The…

When the filmmaker Zack Snyder cast Gal Gadot to play Wonder Woman in this month’s Batman v. Superman: Dawn of Justice, he asked Mark Twight, who has overseen physical training on several of his films, to meet with the actress. Snyder wanted Twight to assess Gadot’s potential to fill out her supermodel-skinny five-foot-ten-inch frame with lean muscle more befitting the comic-book heroine. When Twight recalls his first impressions of Gadot, his voice cracks with mild shock: “Her wrist—went all the way up. Her elbow was the thickest part of her arm.” How, he wondered, could she possibly add muscle to her body fast enough to meet the production’s schedule? Gadot, for her part, experienced equal and opposite anxiety. “I don’t want to be big and bulky,” she told Twight. “I…

There’s something Seabiscuit about Elizabeth Banks, something of the stayer from the wrong side of the tracks, the pint-size pony with a common touch and a valiant heart. In the kind of culture we’ve become—a lottery culture, winner take all—the overnight success is the triumph du jour. But there’s a better triumph out there: the come-frombehinder, the late bloomer, the little engine that could. In 2015, after 15 years in film and television, the stars aligned for Elizabeth Banks. Let’s re-word that: the petite blonde lined them up herself. Banks is an actress. Ask anyone if they know her work and invariably the first role mentioned is Beth in 2005’s The 40 Year-Old Virgin. It was a comic stealth bomb of a performance, this sex-ready bubble bath of a salesgirl.…

Friendships and working relationships are blurred in a perpetual haze. I spend most of my time away from Hollywood— in fact, I live in Connecticut, 2,797 miles northeast of Hollywood and Vine. But because of my longtime career in the entertainment business, I live a Hollywood life; it’s always part of my daily routine. My Hollywood, in large part, is a “virtual Hollywood.” I’ll close my eyes, take a beat, and, with apologies to the great New York laureate Billy Joel, I’ll get my head into a Hollywood state of mind. It’s a perfect escape because that’s what Hollywood’s all about: dreams. For as long as it’s existed, it’s been a destination for people who have aspired to better lives and better selves—a place of endless possibility, invention, and reinvention,…

What is your idea of perfect happiness? Just a lazy day roaming New York with my daughters—La Esquina for lunch and Mister Softee for dessert. Which historical figure do you most identify with? Mrs. Ray Rice—it’s not the punch in the face that eats your soul; it’s having to defend the person that punched you in the face that eats. Oddly enough, this is what it feels like to be a black man in America. Which living person do you most admire? Barack Obama—just the balls to think he could be president is gangster. People forget that, when he first announced he was running, most black people were for Hillary Clinton. The only person that was laughed at more for a crazy idea was Noah. What is the trait you…