Film tycoon Alexander Korda's nephew tells of his films and studios, the fortunes he won and lost, the women he loved, the stars he created, his destructive impulse, and the lives of his two brothers
Michael Korda comes from a family of Hungarian filmmakers. His uncle, Sir Alexander Korda and his brothers, all of them touched in the head in one way or another, made films... big films... in the first part of the last century. Cinema legends and neurosis come together in a much more charming manner than what can be found in today's digital world of disposable celebrity and wealth. Throw in some tanks and communists for a touch of drama. I have read this book several times over the years. You should, too.
This was an excellent book about Alex Korda and his brothers Vincent and Zoli as told by Vincent's son Michael. Michael really conveys the lavish and romantic life that Alex created for himself and his family in London after escaping impoverished beginings in Hungary. In his 20's alone Alex created two important Hugarian film magazines, built the largest film company in Hungary and just barely escaped the White Terror, fled to Germany and married and divorced a German film star named Maria, lived lavishly in Berlin and Paris before his final move to London (with a few temporary stops in Los Angeles, which he hated). Alex Korda was the financier of London Films (and saviour of the British film industry) and friend and confidante to such luminaries as Winston Churchill (who actually wrote scripts for Korda), Brendan Bracken, Laurence Olivier, Vivien Leigh, Merle Oberon (who he was briefly married to) and Lajos Biro. His brother Vincent was a talented set designer and artistic director and Zoli was a gifted director in his own right, with films like The Jungle Book, Cry, the Beloved Country and Storm Over the Nile to his credit. Alex himself directed or produced some of the most important movies in British film history.
Michael Korda is an excellent observer and the tale is spun so deftly that it is sometimes easy to forget that you are reading a work of non-fiction. This is an excellent read for anyone even remotely interested in the early days of the British film industry and leaves the reader feeling very impressed by the Korda clan.
The Austro-Hungarian government dispatched commissions throughout the Empire to give the Jews names, a task which was done with the maximum of brutality, corruption and inefficiency, in keeping with the tradition of Hapsburg bureaucracy (once accurate described as "despotism humanized by stupidity").
An interesting and well written book, Michael Korda details the lives of his famous uncles and father, and his interaction with them. Not specific on personal dates, he brings the poverty and luxury of his family history to life.
Finally finished is what I want to say about this book. It is a long read and sometimes I felt he was repeating things. If you like history and old Hollywood its a good book...