Hooray for Hollywood, the 1937 anthem by Johnny Mercer for the film
Hollywood Hotel, says it all cinematically as dozens of star wannabes
head for Hollywood in a full production booming vocal number,
satirically referencing the illusionary desire to become famous actors:
♫ Hooray for Hollywood, that screwy, bally hooey Hollywood, where any
office boy or young mechanic, can be a panic, with just a good-looking
pan ... ! ♫ But that is just what happened. A little sundrenched village
in California in 1887 discovered stardom and surpasses, at least in
lore, any other little village in the world. Tales of Hollywood Through
Time, with or without searchlights, captures a bit of that journey.
Tales connects the past with the present via yellowed archival photos
combined with the contemporary photography of homeboy Frank Muzzy. It
provides visual storytelling--the closest tool we have for time travel
among orange groves and oil wells during the nurturing era of the art
form of the twentieth century, the cinema.
Hollywood is a recognized global name of a clichéd dream factory, or the
nightmare of a realized wish. Both sides of the flipped coin are
beautifully packaged from the mountains to the sea in glorious
technicolor and cinemascope.