F Scott Fitzgerald’s novel goes behind the facade of Tinseltown in the 1930s to explore the exploitation, sexism and Third Reich appeasement – but the TV adaptation rings hollow
There is a hulking metaphor sitting on Monroe Stahr’s pristine film set: a giant Shiva head, the deity’s face lovingly crafted. But what is behind its glorious facade? Just the rough inner workings exposed, the bits of wood and wire holding the fakery up. And this, we are led to believe, sums up Hollywood in its golden age, where The Last Tycoon (Amazon Prime) is set, because nobody seems to have anything nice to say about it. Pat Brady (Kelsey Grammer), the boss of a 1930s movie studio, urges his daughter Celia to “please, please find another business”.