I can't say I really enjoyed this book but I did find it an interesting insight into an actor of stage and screen during the heady days of the mid 20th century arts world.
Charles Laughton appears temperamental, self obsessed, massively introverted, condescending and unlikeable, although someone with enormous talent.
His marriage to Elsa Lanchester was non conventional as he was a homosexual constantly seeking companionship from pretty young men. It had her full knowledge and acceptance. If that worked for them I'm happy for them and do not judge.
However, I do find it odd that most of his young men had neither intellect, talent, or aspiration to be much more than a handbag. I don't see how you can have a meaningful relationship with someone like that but perhaps that was what Elsa was for.
I can't really recommend the book except to extreme hollywoodophiles.