Now the subject of the hit documentary Scotty and the Secret History of Hollywood, praised by Vanity Fair as “full of revelations” and Entertainment Weekly as “deliciously salacious,” Full Service is the remarkable true story of Scotty Bowers, the “gentleman hustler,” during the heyday of classic Hollywood.
Newly discharged from the Marines after World War II, Bowers arrived in Hollywood in 1946. Young, charismatic, and strikingly handsome, he quickly caught the eye of many of the town’s stars and starlets. He began sleeping with some himself, and connecting others with his coterie of young, attractive, and sexually free-spirited friends. His own lovers included Edith Piaf, Spencer Tracy, Vivien Leigh, Cary Grant, and the abdicated King of England Edward VIII, and he arranged tricks or otherwise crossed paths with Tennessee Williams, Charles Laughton, Vincent Price, Katharine Hepburn, Rita Hayworth, Errol Flynn, Gloria Swanson, Noël Coward, Mae West, James Dean, Rock Hudson and J. Edgar Hoover, to name but a few.
Full Service is not only a fascinating chronicle of Hollywood’s sexual underground, but also exposes the hypocrisy of the major studios, who used actors to propagate a myth of a conformist, sexually innocent America knowing full well that their stars’ personal lives differed dramatically from this family-friendly mold. As revelation-filled as Hollywood Babylon, Full Service provides a lost chapter in the history of the sexual revolution and is a testament to a man who provided sex, support, and affection to countless people.
An apt name for the book. It is a fascinating read. I never would have imagined there was so much homosexuality among the Hollywood crowd--particularly the so-called "he men", or masculine hero types. They truly give that title a new meaning.
Entertaining but seem to be a lot of liberties taken with the reputations of folks long dead. The story seem to be told by a very self involved person with a strong imagination. Quite frankly I have buyers remorse.
An unintentionally sad story.
Scotty revels in his role as trickster for the stars and others he met along the way. My sadness comes from the impression he leaves of having been used by most of those people, rationalizing these as friendships which were largely one way and based on what he could do for them.
I wouldn't take anything from the man's satisfaction with his life. God bless him, but so sad.