The 'Hollywood issue' cover. When Marilyn Monroe lay dying in Hollywood, I doubt she guessed her poisonous legacy. Marilyn lived in the era of wriggle, casting couch and actress-as-available-flesh, and she embodied it. No one seemed to care whether JFK's "lollipop" could act; they just wanted the glistening pout. The planet may have changed since but Tinsel Town hasn't. The proof will be staring out of the shelves in WH Smith on Friday when the March "Hollywood" edition of Vanity Fair - the glossy with a frontal lobe - will be ready for its close-up.