The movie (and book) presumes that a NYC publishing house likes Youngblood's first novel so much they fly him to NYC, then helicopter him into Manhattan, on Christmas Eve for a 2pm meeting, yet only offer him a $500 advance and balk when he asks for $5000. The helicopter ride cost the company more. In the 1940's, a 1 1/2 room apt on 40th st was about $150. He pays $50 for an attic in Brooklyn Heights. The movie presumes a boy seeing his mother making out with another man will have virtually no reaction. The movie presumes his mom would come to NYC and burst in on him without even knocking on his door. The movie presumes Youngblood would allow one lover to hang around his Nassau villa after inviting a woman he's really interested in to fly down to be with him. Yes, I know we have to have the love triangle where the woman walks in on them, but come on! The movie presumes that after taking being taken advantage of by his first publisher that he remains gullible, guaranteeing $250,000 towards building a shopping center and forming his own publishing house. I mean, I realize we have to build drama, but not self inflicted so much!
There's an ironic scene where James Franciscus tells Suzanne Pleshette not to smoke because it's "not good for you"; they both died from smokiing in real life. Apparently Franciscus was a 4 pack a day smoker, which would almost require him to be smoking while taking a shower and while making love to his wife.
This was the final movie of John Emery, an actor with such an impossible deep and rich voice he made Johnny Carson sound like a eunuch. Emery was only 59, yet suffered with cancer for 18 months. He had been coughing up blood since mid 1963, so he was already probably in the middle stages of the cancer when this was filmed. He had an arm amputated weeks before his death when the cancer spread to his bones.
This was also Mary Astor's final film release. Scandal: Apparently she had made a diary listing all her affairs that her second husband had gotten hold of during a 1935 custody hearing for their daughter. Since she was already 33 when she married her second husband you'd think she'd have been over whoring it up, but evidently not.
I'd never heard of Genevieve Page before, but she is a gorgeous woman, and the movie makes full use of closeups to show her off. She is never more glamorous than with her hair in a coiffed bun as it was in this film. Her looks become more plain with other hair styles. Her French accent hurt her, though, especially when she said "Da whole dom ting!!!"
There's an ironic scene where James Franciscus tells Suzanne Pleshette not to smoke because it's "not good for you"; they both died from smokiing in real life. Apparently Franciscus was a 4 pack a day smoker, which would almost require him to be smoking while taking a shower and while making love to his wife.
This was the final movie of John Emery, an actor with such an impossible deep and rich voice he made Johnny Carson sound like a eunuch. Emery was only 59, yet suffered with cancer for 18 months. He had been coughing up blood since mid 1963, so he was already probably in the middle stages of the cancer when this was filmed. He had an arm amputated weeks before his death when the cancer spread to his bones.
This was also Mary Astor's final film release. Scandal: Apparently she had made a diary listing all her affairs that her second husband had gotten hold of during a 1935 custody hearing for their daughter. Since she was already 33 when she married her second husband you'd think she'd have been over whoring it up, but evidently not.
I'd never heard of Genevieve Page before, but she is a gorgeous woman, and the movie makes full use of closeups to show her off. She is never more glamorous than with her hair in a coiffed bun as it was in this film. Her looks become more plain with other hair styles. Her French accent hurt her, though, especially when she said "Da whole dom ting!!!"