The book might have been subtitled First and Last Words, as that's what we get quite often. All the people Langella talks about are deceased except for one, Bunny Mellon, who gets the final chapter in the book. Mellon is one of the people for whom Langella has deep affection, and there are plenty of those here, including Raul Julia, Noel Coward, and Jackie Kennedy Onasis. He didn't like everyone, though, and his portraits of people like Lee Strassberg and Charlton Heston are hilariously bitchy.
Sex? Oh, yeah, and lots of it. Langella tells about many of his own affairs, naming names often enough, but many times simply referring to his "female companion." He mentions his wives, too, though only briefly. But then the book's not supposed to be about him. Even at that, plenty of things about him come through, including his devotion to his craft and his respect for those who practice it well. He doesn't mind revealing his own darker side now and then, either.
I found the book entertaining and downright irresistible. Check it out.
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19dI was really taken by this book. One of the best celebrity memoirs I've read in years. And I didn't get the sense that Langella used a ghost writer.
I didn't get the sense that he used a ghost, either, Vince, and I really got a kick out of the book.
His chapter on romancing Rita Hayworth when she was far gone with Alzheimer's in one of the saddest and most poignant imaginable.
I can't believe I forgot to ask: would you like Cutthroat Island as much if Oliver Reed's suggestion for the script had been taken?
No, and I was disappointed with Langella's attitude toward this classic film. He should be proud of it instead of running it down.
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