Category: Broads Who Mattered

For Lil Andrews (Jean Harlow), to live is to fuck. And to fuck, well, that means every last male of the species who can give her what she needs.

Frank Perry’s then-serious Joan Crawford biopic was, in fact, my trial by fire; a primer for the messy divorce to come, and likely my devious dad’s opening salvo in his endless campaign to convince me of my mother’s inherent evil.

Regarding broads, the greatest character arc of them all involves the one where, at long last, she finally finds her voice. The lamb who exits a lion, out loud and on her terms.

The key to stardom, in any age, is all about that first impression. It can be full of fireworks, yes, but for that top tier of talent – the rarefied air of classic Hollywood glamour – it’s just as easily achieved in the prone position.