Subsequent selections seem either arbitrary or on a strictly monetary basis, but there are a couple of amusing tales — and a clip of two of the surviving Andrews singers, feuding Patti and Maxene taking time off from their mutual disagreement to chirp “Roll Out the Barrel” in each other’s faces.
Grant explains (sort of) how the selections are made. They’re based on professional achievements, longevity and contributions back to the community. Just what those contributions may be goes unmentioned, and how “professional achievements” are measured isn’t explained.
The facts are stated flatly enough about who has the most stars on the Hollywood Boulevard and Vine Street sidewalks — Gene Autry at five — but Bob Hope and Tony Martin tie with four sidewalk stars. (Mickey Rooney’s due momentarily for his fourth.) And there are celebs whose stars have been stolen and have had to be replaced. No charge.
Celebs come from radio, TV recordings, films and live theater, though it’s the film people Grant mostly mentions — including his own reminiscences of the likes of Ann Sheridan. Anecdotes throughout are amusing, and film clips of celebs arriving or departing, accepting an honor, and beauties adorning the sites give the docu a nostalgic allure.
Categories aside from film list are generally ignored, and everyone looks happy. Best part remains Patti and Maxene rolling out the barrel.
Genial Grant, celebrating Hollywood’s 100th birthday, is happy, and star-gazers, fans and hangers-on should be more than satisfied. Maybe Hollywood Boulevard’s not “the most famous in the whole world,” as Grant tells it, but at least, despite its raunchy look and its collection of disreputables, it recalls happy memories. The Walk of Fame gives everyone a shot at touching something real stars have touched; for them, that’s enough — as is the surefire docu.