From Publishers Weekly
Author/screenwriter Eszterhas introduces readers to the ultimate in Hollywood animal thinking when he quotes an unnamed Oscar-winning producer as saying, "the only time Ill root for anybody to be a success is if he or she has cancer, and I know for certain that the cancer is terminal." Eszterhass book is unabashedly vulgar, a brutally revealing blend of sex and greed that goes much further than Peter Biskinds Down and Dirty Pictures (Forecasts, Jan. 5) in exposing Hollywoods dark side. Eszterhas refers to himself as "insufferable" for coveting success and money, but as the horrifying anecdotes unfold, he mounts a dynamic defense of screenwriters who have been treated like "discarded hookers... not invited to premieres of their own movies, cheated of residual payments." Salacious details mingle with explosions of temper, and Eszterhas isnt afraid to take potshots at William Goldman, Ron Bass, Robert Towne and other screenwriters he believes have compromised too heavily with the system. A particularly absorbing story centers on Sylvester Stallone, who starred in F.I.S.T. and then tried to take credit for Eszterhass script. Even more shocking is producer Marty Ransohoffs relentless criticism of Glenn Close during the filming of Jagged Edge, which made the actress throw Ransohoff and his daughter (who was not involved in the movie) off the set. Just as readers begin to drown in an ocean of gossip, Eszterhas introduces two dramatic plots: his battle with throat cancer and the discovery that his father was an outspokenly anti-Semitic former Nazi. This electrifying section overshadows the Hollywood material and deserves a book of its own. It makes an argument readers will immediately pick up on: that animalistic behavior is just as savagely prevalent outside Hollywood studio gates.
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From AudioFile
Screenwriter and iconoclast Joe Eszterhas tries his hand at autobiography with good results. Casting veteran monologist Eric Bogosian was a fine choice, as he certainly has been immersed in "the business" as well. Eszterhas contrasts memories of life as a poor Hungarian immigrant child with accounts of his increasingly wild and unhinged Hollywood life. Names are dropped and souls bared in a mea culpa of epic proportions, leavened with sweetness and a heart the size of Budapest. Bogosian shines as Eszterhas loves and hates, and is loved and hated, with equal intensity. D.J.B. © AudioFile 2004, Portland, Maine--
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