Review: LA's beloved Angelyne gets the biopic treatment. Sadly, it's only skin deep
In the charming 1954 comedy "It Should Happen to You," Judy Holliday plays Gladys Glover, who, seeking fame, rents herself a billboard overlooking New York's Columbus Circle, proclaiming her name. When a soap company wants the space, she trades for six other billboards, which creates a civic mystery, which leads to celebrity.
In a real-life remake of this film, set in L.A. a few decades later, a woman followed a similar playbook, to similar ends. And now, as these things happen, her story, hung on a pair of Hollywood Reporter pieces by Gary Baum, has been converted back into docudramatic fiction with Peacock's miniseries "Angelyne." (It includes a variation on that billboard trading scene.) Where Holliday's character ultimately decides that being known for being known is not as fulfilling as she had imagined, Angelyne, still a local presence — a mirage, almost — in her
