Pumping gas by day and clients by night tinsel town pimp extroadanaire Scotty Bowers made quite a living in the 50s catering to the Hollywood set in search of utter discretion. Walter Pidgeon, Charles Laughton, George Cukor, Tracy and Hepburn even the Duke and Duchess of Wales were clients. At 90 he revisits his days of glory when he was both player and manager doing a threesome with Ava Gardner and Lana Turner among others. He even brought Al Kinsey to gang bangs for "research" purposes. It is pretty saucy stuff, a jolt to the film historian.
Ancient Scotty is in excellent shape reaching final count down to the century mark as he climbs ladders and displays an enthusiasm decades younger than he is. Unapologetic and proud he says he provided fun to an uptight society where morals clauses held famous careers in the balance. No doubt his unique service proved invaluable to his customers.
With the real story 50 years in the past, director Matt Tyraneur has to deal with Bowers a pack rat of immense proportions stumbling through mountains of trash in a couple of deeded properties, climbing ladders, stealing cat food, coveting a sidewalk toilet and tooling around LA while he dishes on Hudson, Grant and the good times. There is also testimony to his friendship and loyalty and dependability seeing through a scheduled trick the day he found out his daughter was dead. Yes, I know.
Scotty and the Secret History of Hollywood is a by product of the major success of his tell all tome Full Service. Purportedly it has even more salacious detail as Bowers re-buries legends. But why? He was extremely well off and took so much pride in keeping things on the down low for these folks while alive. There was also a degree of underground fame to go along with it. But even his wife thinks he's a sleaze for doing it, especially since he's in the final stretch of an exciting life (Chicago streets as a kid, action in the Pacific as a marine) to stumble and fall as he rats out the people that gave him an excellent living. It's a lousy last act, the gossip of an ingrate dishing titillating trash while living in the middle of it. You might want to shower after watching it for a number of reasons.
Ancient Scotty is in excellent shape reaching final count down to the century mark as he climbs ladders and displays an enthusiasm decades younger than he is. Unapologetic and proud he says he provided fun to an uptight society where morals clauses held famous careers in the balance. No doubt his unique service proved invaluable to his customers.
With the real story 50 years in the past, director Matt Tyraneur has to deal with Bowers a pack rat of immense proportions stumbling through mountains of trash in a couple of deeded properties, climbing ladders, stealing cat food, coveting a sidewalk toilet and tooling around LA while he dishes on Hudson, Grant and the good times. There is also testimony to his friendship and loyalty and dependability seeing through a scheduled trick the day he found out his daughter was dead. Yes, I know.
Scotty and the Secret History of Hollywood is a by product of the major success of his tell all tome Full Service. Purportedly it has even more salacious detail as Bowers re-buries legends. But why? He was extremely well off and took so much pride in keeping things on the down low for these folks while alive. There was also a degree of underground fame to go along with it. But even his wife thinks he's a sleaze for doing it, especially since he's in the final stretch of an exciting life (Chicago streets as a kid, action in the Pacific as a marine) to stumble and fall as he rats out the people that gave him an excellent living. It's a lousy last act, the gossip of an ingrate dishing titillating trash while living in the middle of it. You might want to shower after watching it for a number of reasons.