Rachel Recommends: Cary Grant Edition

I had a dream recently that I needed a bottle of champagne for an impromptu celebration (for my glamorous REM social life). I called my friend Cary Grant, who sent a bottle over immediately. I was even able to hear the cadence of his famous accent in my subconscious state. This dream was likely the result of having finished a recent biography of Hollywood’s most debonair actor, and I’d like to think it was a conduit to sleep sophistication.

If you or someone you know would like to channel Mr. Grant during the night, I recommend a binge. The following biographies and films consumed in succession might just lead to caviar dreams.