We live in an age when vacuum-headed nonentities become celebrated simply by allowing their personal lives to be exploited on television and smeared over the front pages of every trashy tabloid in the country.
Greta (“I want to be alone.”) Garbo would be more bewildering than fascinating to the public today. Why, for God’s sake, would anyone not want to be famous?
Movie director Stanislas Cordova doesn't like being famous. Cordova makes Stanley Kubrick look like a party animal. He haunts the pages of Marisha Pessl’s excessive new literary thriller, Night Film as the constant presence who is never there. The indistinct figure in the blurred photograph might be him. The man in the backseat of the car resembled what he probably looks like. The general consensus is that he isn't dead, but no one knows for sure. (READ MORE)