Candid is right – Smith talks at length about his bowel movements, amount of television and DVDs he watches, friends, food, and number of times he roots his wife (frequency, length, even that he is fond of anal play). Although at times you get the impression he pulls some of his punches about Hollywood, due to the sheer unavoidable fact that he wants to work there. (Bruce Beresford’s diaries were far more candid and bitchy – Smith is more of a gusher and fan. Maybe that’s why Beresford spends more of his time raising funds for his project).
Smith is a good writer and this is entertaining, although I admit I did become uncomfortable with some of the revelations about his sex life (I would love to know what his wife thinks about all this? Does she mind? It would be great to have an essay for her – like the one Steve Waugh wrote for his wife’s book.) His account of Jason Mewes’ battle with drug addiction is moving and his story of making Live Free Die Hard makes Bruce Willis seem like a dill.
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