Scotty and the Secret History of Hollywood

True story of Scotty Bowers. He was a young. Handsome guy who (in the 1950s and 60s) provided men and women to closeted actors and actresses. Most of the movie consists of Bowers (still alive and in his 90s) talking to the camera and recounting his life. It also has him visiting people he worked with who back up his story 100%. There's also talk about who was gay back then. Naturally all the stars they talk about are conveniently dead. There's also some hardcore gay sex footage. (It's not rated but would easily get an NC-17 if it were).

This isn't a bad movie but I was bored silly. I actually dozed off a few times! The film says the same things multiple times over and none of the revelations of who was gay are shocking. It just shows us again and again that Bowers is a compulsive hoarder--the state of his house is downright disgusting. So it was somewhat interesting but I was bored.

What a nostalgic and historical view of the post world war 2 era of Hollywood in the mid 1940's through the next few decades provided by ninety (90) year old "the arranger" Scotty Bower. He remains quite the personable and charming character even as a nonagenarian house hoarder with charisma running through his old veins.

Am I a believer in Scotty Bowers claims? Absolutely. He hob nobbed with many Hollywood gay stars of the 1940's - 1970's, and kept their trysts on the QT until some decades later after all had passed in to the heaven's gates. Most of us had heard the many rumors about some of the biggest stars such as Rock Hudson, Spencer Tracy, Katharine Hepburn, Randolph Scott, and Cary Grant preferring same sex partners but Scotty explaining his intimate interactions with these A lister Hollywood stars came across as if he was talking to his closest friends and not as if he was BS'ing us all.

What I really found quite interesting about Scotty's secret history of the Hollywood stars, royalty and Hollywood executives was how forthcoming some of these stars became as they grew older and how good it must have felt to finally be able to come out of the proverbial closet, even if it was Scotty who had to convince us his stories were all true.

Scotty is definitely a house hoarder and his was a pimp and prostitute lifestyle that he emphatically declares he chose to live and quite enjoyed every minute of living. This is a documentary that I will most likely watch again as Scotty's unabashed proclamations are now considered historical God rest his weary soul. RIP Scotty.

As a heterosexual male I give this documentary an 8 out of 10 IMDB rating.

So apparently there was a steady line of randy Hollywoodsters taking advantage of a hedonistic drive-thru emporium at the local gas station. Wow. An effervescent and constantly smiling nonagenarian hustler Scotty Bowers says so. And the facts do too.

The sheer number of A-list stars and starlets named, and their varied sexual preferences sounds shocking even by today's unshockable standards. But when presented so matter-of-factly, and with such fondness by the charismatic Scotty Bowers, it all seems perfectly alright.

Seems there was more to the post war than just a baby boom. Waiting to protect their secrets, Scotty finally published his racy memoirs after his customers had passed, and now much of it is documented in this film. When asked if outing someone posthumously is kosher, Scotty asks, "what's wrong with being gay, baby?" Indeed.

Besides an endless stream of tabloid fodder tales, this documentary focuses on a very complex character. Someone whose free formed attitude towards sex is at both times bewildering and very refreshing, has a crackerjack memory and lust for life as he approaches the century mark, but also shows hints of hidden sadness. Scotty is a complicated man, who has lived a wild life, made many people very happy, but seems to be missing something. Baby.

Since I enjoyed the juicy, can't-put-it down book, I was disappointed in the film. Instead of focusing more on Bowers' rollicking sexual adventures in the '40s and '50s, the filmmaker spends much of the time focusing on the now 95 year old Bowers, and his wife, puttering around his multiple hoarder-cluttered homes.

The real story is about Bowers' star-studded sexual past, not his relatively downbeat present. The film should have been racy, fun and juicy, but it ends up being primarily glum.

Scotty Bauers' book about his business as a Hollywood procurer in his book, Full Service, is a prelude to this not-quite-salacious documentary about his life servicing the sexual needs of mid-century Hollywood elite, especially the gay ones. Although Scotty's personal life is disorganized and cluttered, his procuring activity as Hollywood's "pimp to the stars" was universally acclaimed by those who used his services.

Getting dates, or providing " an introduction service" as Scotty calls it, for the likes of Walter Pidgeon and George Cukor was all in a day's work for the Hollywood Blvd. Richfield Gas Station attendant he was while he arranged liaisons there and around town. This brief explanation of the documentary might make it seem juicy, but I assure you it is not quite that. Despite the cast of characters in need of same sex dates like Kate Hepburn and Spencer Tracy, most of Scotty's revelations are not new and hardly in depth.

Randolph Scott, Tyrone Power, Cole Porter, and Charles Laughton are among the others who used Scotty's services, including his own. His three-way adventure with sex goddesses Lana Turner and Ava Gardner is one of the more alluring bits of gossip, but again only a fleeting mention. Those limited details are what make this a superficial if not charming doc.

Most of the doc centers on Scotty, now 94, an impish gossip whose obvious aging seems the opposite of the well-kept elderly like Cary Grant, who appears several times as a young gay star guarding his orientation better than Rock Hudson. As Scotty shows us the dumpy houses where he stores his personal junk, this inveterate collector is just not that interesting; you'd think he must have some stars' memorabilia-not.

Although director Matt Trynauer jazzes it up with male frontal nudity and vintage Hollywood footage, Scotty's shuffling senescence lends the dusty mood of an old album full of his photos and too few of Hollywood stars. Scotty and the Secret History of Hollywood guards those secrets too well for my adolescent-like curiosity.