Very disappointing film. Most of his stories are completely uncorroborated; he claims he waited to write his book so as not to hurt anyone but a cynic could argue (and I do) that this way there’s no one to dispute some of his outrageous claims (3 ways with not only Vivien Leigh & Olivier but the Duke & Duchess of Windsor?) The film also spends more time on his squalid later life as a hoarder (feeding skunks on his porch, really?) than the promised “secret history of Hollywood”, much of which is no secret at all - Cary Grant & Randolph Scott? Charles Laughton? Tell me something I don’t know, please. Sorry, Scotty but can’t hold you up as a gay paragon of anything other than turning tricks & telling tall tawdry tales. 👎👎