Harlow (1965)

Carroll Baker (Baby Doll) stars as Harlow, and she's the movie's biggest selling point. Though Baker never caught on as a sex symbol, she was one of the most sensuous creatures to parade across a movie screen in the 1960s, and she captures the raw appeal that Harlow must have had. We witness the actresses rise to stardom, stalled because she refuses to jump onto the "casting couch," and stressed by the presence of her mother (Angela Lansbury) and her overspending, gigolo stepfather (Raf Vallone). Thankfully a helpful agent happens along, Arthur Landau, and she's on her way. Landau is wonderfully played by Red Buttons, who received a Golden Globe nomination for this.

Harlow makes a bunch of fictitious movies, hobnobs with fictitious movie stars, directors and producers and eventually marries Bern (Peter Lawford), who kills himself when it comes out that he is impotent. Bern killed himself in real life as well, but I'm sure the circumstances were a bit more complicated. In the movie Harlow dies, unloved, of pneumonia, but her real-life affliction was quite a bit more horrible. I wonder if a more truthful biopic could be made today? Gwen Stefani had a brief appearance as Harlow in Martin Scorsese's The Aviator (2004)... perhaps they could consider a spinoff?

Either way, the lack of details in Harlow -- and the reliance on old showbiz clichés -- eventually brings down the movie. Though, aside from the strong performances by Baker and Buttons, it still has some good points. Douglas luxuriates in a gorgeous widescreen, color frame, taking in spacious mansions and studio lots, and making sure that Harlow is alone and apart from it all. OliveFilms, which recently inherited a wealth of old Paramount films, has released a nice-looking new DVD with no extras or optional subtitles. Meanwhile, the real Harlow can be seen in memorable (real) movies like Hell's Angels (1930), The Public Enemy (1931), Platinum Blonde (1931), Red Dust (1932), Dinner at Eight (1933) and Libeled Lady (1936).