KIRKUS REVIEW

The Secret Life of Tyrone Power is the inner anguish he never revealed to anyone--but Arce has figured it all out. Professional frustration isn't hard to infer from the facts: Tyrone Power, Sr., had been an Actor--but Ty at his peak was just good box-office, a victim of the heavy Zanuck hand that pushed him to stardom. Arce, unreeling his every formula film (modern romance or costume epic, Total Remake or Partial), develops a clear enough picture of the studio contract system--claustrophobic and so capricious that a player could be dropped for the smallest indiscretion. Power took his chances, however, and his ""omnisexuality"" is the featured motif here, but Arce can't quite make up his mind as to whether or not it was a problem to Power; he's sure, though, that it was a source of tremendous guilt. So he waffles about the homosexuality that persisted through three marriages: the domineering-mother syndrome conspired with Ty's beauty to make him effeminate; he had no resource but his body when he hit Hollywood, broke--but he was neither a prostitute nor an opportunist, Arce emphasizes, because all he ever asked was a hot meal. He lusted after women, too, among them Anita Ekberg and Lana Turner, and his wives couldn't hold him--Annabella, a motherfigure for Arce, started aging visibly; Linda Christian spent all his money and produced only daughters; and Debbie Minardos gave him a son he didn't live to know. Everyone loved Tyrone Power except Tyrone Power, according to Arce, who gets everyone in. Sincere and protective but abysmally written, with the same few merits and most of the flaws of his recent Groucho.