I’m not a fan of Hollywood autobiographies. For the most part, I don’t really care about the drug addictions/blistering divorces/sleazy agents/clandestine affairs/insider back-stabbing of the rich and famous. But, I’ll make the occasional exception.
So, with a four hour flight delay, I found myself reading, and enjoying, Michael Caine’s Elephant to Hollywood. It’s fun to know that Steve Martin was almost painfully shy while making Dirty Rotten Scoundrels. The image of Sean Connery unleashing a stream of profanities while snapping a five-iron in half is pretty funny. But, what will probably stick with me most, despite its inanity, is Caine’s first screen name – Michael Scott.
Those of you who watch ridiculously stupid television (as I unapologetically do) will get why it’s funny. For those of you who don’t – consider yourself better off.