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3.81 AVERAGE
3.81 AVERAGE
Truly deranged. Like William Friedkin's The Friedkin Connection, this is a ton of fun, and I barely believe any of it. Except with Friedkin, I believe maybe 80% of what he writes. With Evan, it's closer to 60%. Braggadocious, sexist, faux humble -- this is a guy with a big ego and no self-awareness just rambling about how great he was.
Nearly every page you'll see him posing a rhetorical question and answering immediately. Like:
"Was I scared?
*chuckles*
You bet your ass I wasn't."
So many ridiculous moments, including Evans saying that the reason mob movies pre-Godfather were bad was because they were directed by Jews. There's an extended poem about an unnamed seductress with lines like "she spreads her legs wide to complete the feat." He randomly brings up Sharon Stone, who seems to have accused him of murder and kidnapping of three people? I kept texting my friend (who finished this before me) for validation that what we were reading was real. "omg did you get to that bogus Henry Kissinger story??"
I could've probably read another few hundred pages of this nonsense. Very enjoyable trash!
Nearly every page you'll see him posing a rhetorical question and answering immediately. Like:
"Was I scared?
*chuckles*
You bet your ass I wasn't."
So many ridiculous moments, including Evans saying that the reason mob movies pre-Godfather were bad was because they were directed by Jews. There's an extended poem about an unnamed seductress with lines like "she spreads her legs wide to complete the feat." He randomly brings up Sharon Stone, who seems to have accused him of murder and kidnapping of three people? I kept texting my friend (who finished this before me) for validation that what we were reading was real. "omg did you get to that bogus Henry Kissinger story??"
I could've probably read another few hundred pages of this nonsense. Very enjoyable trash!
Am I original by starting this with a question? Heck no. But I think I’m funny anyways. I listened to the audio book because so many comedy writers have adapted his tone and style into routines. It’s not really like that but it’s close enough.
informative
reflective
medium-paced
Fun read of older Hollywood if you can ignore the misogyny of the times reflected here.
I've marked this as unfinished because I lost my copy. If you know what a tome this is, you'll be surprised. It's in my house somewhere but who the fuck knows where. If I ever find it, I'll finish it.
Robert Evans had sex a lot. Like, a lot a lot. He was handsome, intelligent and suave when those things were right, which I suppose is always. He was kind of a shit though. His attitudes towards women are primitive. I certainly wouldn't have married him, and he fooled four women into doing it.
Still, he can write the heck out of an anecdote. This book gives the impression that it would have been a really good time, sitting next to him at a party.
Robert Evans had sex a lot. Like, a lot a lot. He was handsome, intelligent and suave when those things were right, which I suppose is always. He was kind of a shit though. His attitudes towards women are primitive. I certainly wouldn't have married him, and he fooled four women into doing it.
Still, he can write the heck out of an anecdote. This book gives the impression that it would have been a really good time, sitting next to him at a party.
Pretty bland, as far as Hollywood memoirs go. There are infinitely better books about Chinatown, and most of the other key players & films in here. They don’t all have a really long rhyming poem in them, though.
As readable as a novel, this memoir is appalling and entertaining in the best possible way. The author claims to have done many things for others without reward, but what comes through through much of the book is his narcissism and disregard for others. But come on, this is Robert Evans, you know that going in.
If even half of the stuff in here is true, this guy's had a hell of a life. My only regret is that I read an earlier edition which doesn't have the post-'94 update. I really want to see the documentary based on this book now.
If even half of the stuff in here is true, this guy's had a hell of a life. My only regret is that I read an earlier edition which doesn't have the post-'94 update. I really want to see the documentary based on this book now.
"So I was making whoopee with the arch-duchess of Malta in my super-expensive Beverly Hills villa when Kissinger gives me a call that he needs to talk immediately and then Bluhdorn demands I get back to the office ASAP because that meshuggana Coppola is screwing up my movie yet again and Paramount is about to go under and I realized it's going to be another 22-hour day in the office..."