When the actor Armie Hammer looked like he was on the verge of becoming a big star, it was an endless source of amusement for gossip columnists and sarcastic online commenters that he never quite got to the A-list. It wasn’t that he didn’t get the roles; leads in everything from The Lone Ranger to The Man From U.N.C.L.E looked, on paper, as if they should catapult him into the stratosphere. His chiseled good looks and muscular physique seemed to suggest that he had all the ingredients for Hollywood longevity. And he could act, too, as could be seen by his much-acclaimed roles in Call Me By Your Name and his breakthrough part in David Fincher’s The Social Network. But then it all went horribly, bizarrely wrong.

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There are not many upper B-list actors, or many other people for that matter, who become notorious for sharing cannibalistic fantasies, but that is precisely what happened to Hammer. It transpired that while he was (supposedly) happily married to Elizabeth Chambers, he had been carrying on sadomasochistic extra-marital affairs with........

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