Hollywood is different. We accept violation of convention.

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Guilty of throwing wild parties at which lewd movies were shown, and contributing to the delinquency of a pregnant teenager from Minnesota who cavorted with celebrity guests on a tigerskin rug? No, surely not this distinguished Englishman who had played opposite the greatest ladies of the stage in Ibsen, Shaw, and Shakespeare. In Hollywood's hothouse solarium, Atwill's erotic imagination blossomed florid fantasies that could now become realities. Just as Rudy Valentino, after the separation from his fata morgana, natacha Rambova, staged orgies to distract himself from the loneliness gnawing at him within the splendor of Falcon Lair, the solitary mad doctor of the screen was now able to use his home freely as the setting for libidinous weekend parties. The early Forties movie public, secretly salacious and hypocritically envious because it had never got invited to a Hollywood gang-bang, quickly learned through a crash course of headlines that a single married couple in the missionary position was not the be-all and end-all of sexual delight.