Reviews by Beth Manuel
I liked Rob Lowe's first memoir, "Stories I Only Tell my Friends". This one had me skimming parts about his grandfather and how he coached his son's little league team. But what stopped me in my tracks was this searing statement he made that you'll find on page 205 in reference to his interest in Bigfoot as a child & his trips to the library to research the subject. It reads: "(Side note: Has there ever been a more horrific barrier to reading than the Dewey Decimal System? No wonder libraries are becoming irrelevant.)" Rob Lowe, I will never think of you the same way again. Stay golden, Ponyboy. I mean Sodapop Curtis.
While I appreciated the narrative the writer brought to the pages, it was a little disjointed at times. It was hard to tell what was true because she'd contradict herself purposefully. Still, a scary recount of how abusive relationships can blossom into something horrible.
I loved the photography, the characters and the views of Budapest. The story was peculiar as most Wes Anderson films are. I should watch it again because I was sleepy and missed a few parts.
This is a great CD for background music or to get you in the 60's mood. I must say, I'm amazed.
I remember seeing this on HBO and cracking up. I happened upon it not too long ago while channel surfing and I remember just stopping to watch even though I'd seen the schtick before, because Robin Williams was SO funny to watch. It breaks my heart that he's gone, but footage like this reminds of us why he was such a treasure.