Revealing himself to be a consummate storyteller, stage and screen star Everett ("My Best Friend's Wedding") pens a delightfully witty memoir in which he reveals his life experiences as an up-and-coming actor, detailing everything from the eccentricities of the British upper class to the madness of Hollywood.
Hardcover
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416 pages
Published
August 1st 2009
by Warner Books
(first published September 18th 2006)
I wouldn't have pegged myself to read an autobiography by Rupert Everett, but I had heard that this was an unexpectedly great read. Everett has really been through a lot in life, from a surprisingly posh upbringing to the awakening of London's gay culture in the 70s, to the south of France in the 80s and Miami (chez Versace to be exact) and Hollywood in the 90s. He's had run-ins with Warhol and other illustrious names, and although some of friendship mentions come close to eye-roll inducing name
I wouldn't have pegged myself to read an autobiography by Rupert Everett, but I had heard that this was an unexpectedly great read. Everett has really been through a lot in life, from a surprisingly posh upbringing to the awakening of London's gay culture in the 70s, to the south of France in the 80s and Miami (chez Versace to be exact) and Hollywood in the 90s. He's had run-ins with Warhol and other illustrious names, and although some of friendship mentions come close to eye-roll inducing name dropping ("My friend Jann Wenner..." comes to mind), he writes surprisingly well and has some deeply touching stories. It's interesting to read about an actor's rocky road to fame and it gave me a new appreciation for his films, causing me to revisit a few old favorites (Shakespeare in Love) and discover new ones (Another Country, his first film, in which he is heartbreakingly handsome.)
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An honestish account of an out gay man's lot in Hollywood with odd juicy tidbits about the likes of Julia Roberts, Madonna, and Catherine Deneuve and some fading Hollywood stars and locations. Although patchily written both in style and narrative it is pretty entertaining both in language and stories revealed.
Some of the stories smack of Chinese whispered Hollywood fables, but most are revealing of real Hollywood (I imagine) and his honesty about his talent (and at times, lack thereof), love lif
An honestish account of an out gay man's lot in Hollywood with odd juicy tidbits about the likes of Julia Roberts, Madonna, and Catherine Deneuve and some fading Hollywood stars and locations. Although patchily written both in style and narrative it is pretty entertaining both in language and stories revealed.
Some of the stories smack of Chinese whispered Hollywood fables, but most are revealing of real Hollywood (I imagine) and his honesty about his talent (and at times, lack thereof), love life and drug habits is quite touching.
One deeply disturbing chapter weirdly skips over 9/11 to discuss the cocaine-induced illness of a not very close friend and the slow demise of his much-loved dog, Mo. I couldn't work out if there was any intended irony/larger statement about life being attempted. Still not sure and can't be bothered to re-read.
I waivered between two and three stars but plumped for three due to laughing out loud a few times at lines like his reaction to an overindulgent starry "method" story from Sharon Stone about her being demonically possessed by her Casino character,
" 'God!' I interjected, rather hopelessly. This was turning into one of those conversations one had with a homeless person."
Rupert Everett's international film career was launched with Another Country, back in 1984, when he was both young and beautiful. Although never able to make the grade as a romantic lead – Hollywood was notoriously conservative back then and couldn't risk the wrath of a potential right wing backlash if they cast an openly gay actor. Nevertheless he went on to have his fifteen minutes of fame in Hollywood, where he briefly held court in Camelot.
Red Carpets and Other Banana Skins describes in de
Rupert Everett's international film career was launched with Another Country, back in 1984, when he was both young and beautiful. Although never able to make the grade as a romantic lead – Hollywood was notoriously conservative back then and couldn't risk the wrath of a potential right wing backlash if they cast an openly gay actor. Nevertheless he went on to have his fifteen minutes of fame in Hollywood, where he briefly held court in Camelot.
Red Carpets and Other Banana Skins describes in detail, hanging out with his famous gal pals – from Madonna to Sharon Stone. So far, so celebrity memoir, you would think. Whatever you think of Rupert's acting abilities (and he is endearingly self-deprecating on that topic), this man can surely write.
On his privileged upbringing:
'After ten years of prep and public school you were part of the gang; and if you weren't, you were a freak or a fairy. Luckily for me I was both.'
On the movie business:
'The movie business is a strange affair, demanding total dedication from its lovers, although it gives none in return.
Red Carpets and Other Banana Skins manages to be both witty and sad, sweet and endearing as well as achingly funny. It doesn't sound like his younger, self-absorbed self would have been much fun to hang around with but all that changed when his beloved Mo, a black Labrador, came into his life. As he so rightly states, once you have another being to care for, it turns you into a better, less selfish person.
Although it's fascinating to read about his early Hollywood career, hanging out with legends of another era, like Orson Welles, I just loved, that in that crazy mixed up world in La La Land, a black Labrador (a signifier of a British rural upbringing – if ever there was one), got to fly on Concorde and hang out in A Listers' pools.
I loved this. I really did. Met the man too and he’s a lovely bloke. But before I end up sucking Rupert’s dick too much, I should add that my grasp and initial impression of this book is not without its foibles and issues. I still have my fair share of points to raise.
One thing in particular strikes me about Red Carpets and Banana Skins and it seems like a vital point that many of the platitudes from the press that cover the inside, outside and even ‘sub-cover’ of this paperback. The point is th
I loved this. I really did. Met the man too and he’s a lovely bloke. But before I end up sucking Rupert’s dick too much, I should add that my grasp and initial impression of this book is not without its foibles and issues. I still have my fair share of points to raise.
One thing in particular strikes me about Red Carpets and Banana Skins and it seems like a vital point that many of the platitudes from the press that cover the inside, outside and even ‘sub-cover’ of this paperback. The point is that, where I agree wholeheartedly with JG Ballard and Andrew O’Hagan who announce quite avidly in their Books of the Year round-ups that this book is “hilariously funny” (Ballard) and “well-written” (O’Hagan), I can’t help but wonder where the hell Rupert is in this book. I’m not kidding. There are some fleeting glances of him, how he grew up and found himself venturing into the bitchy, catty and seemingly unaccepting world of the arts, and theatre in particular (a shallow fact that seems very strange indeed) and to continue in agreement with the countless included words of glorious praise:
The Times: “A heady triumph of observation.” (Just not his own life)
The Independent: “Cinematic eye for mood and detail.” (Just not of his own)
The Herald: “Brilliantly indiscreet” (about everyone else’s lives)
I could go on forever as there are six pages of this. If anything, this is a better version of Piers Morgan’s The Insider, with more witticisms, descriptive poetic scrawlings and bigger stars being bitched about and with such celebrity accounts, he gives very little away about himself while filling the pages with gossip, rumour and intrigue.
It seems an absolute gaudy pleasure to be on this insightful ride with him. The writing is excellent, descriptive and alomost poetic in parts. The sights, sounds and smells he describes are like nothing else I have ever read, I just want to give more of himself away.
Now, obviously, saying Rupert Everett is not in this book is a little short of exaggeration. Of course, he’s IN the book, it’s just that he seems so detatched from it at times. While he is brilliantly exuding passionately like a contemporary Noel Coward on how the first time he met Madonna, she fiddled with Sean Penn’s chopstick under the table while they were at a restaurant or about the mobile transsexual hooker he befriended, he completely forgets to tell us about his own love life and sexual experiences, apart from with one significant other (a woman, incidentally), Beatrice Dalle.
He briefly sojourns into explanation before heading back into the gossip. In fact, it’s not until Page 272 do we get a sense of the men in his life and even then all we get is:
“I had affairs with a volleyball player, an actor and a hooker.”
It kinda reminds me of those weekend Big Brother contestant exposes where the headline is “My secret celebrity lovers” and then you turn to whatever minor page they have given it and it’s like,
“Yada yada yada and oh, yeah I dated a certain guy in a certain boyband...”
Please. Insightful observation, my arse.
In the middle of the book, the time frames get really confusing. After following a rather random slump through his first 25-30 years, he not only hot-foots it effervescently through the Eighties with a jaded depression, but he then takes the abtract route of taking us through three chapters set in 1988, 1992 and then back to 1989, consecutively.
It’s not all doom and gloom for Rupert though, as I am still loving the book at this point and once we hit the filming of Pret A Porter and he rescues himself from near poverty and obscurity to land himself a role on the film, you really feel a second surge of affinity for him, despite his lack of personal prescence in this book.
There’s an inordinate amount of death and loss that follows Rupert throughout this book, from the countless acquaintances that he lost to the AIDS virus in the 80’s to the account of his time in Miami and the depiction of the area’s vast exodus after the death of the area’s social pion, Gianni Versace.
There are many touching scenes with Mo, his dog, especially when it comes to the point where he eventually relents and calls for his owner to sadly put him down, which ends up being the most tender relationship Rupert wishes to expose in this book after not divulging much at all about his own love life. There’s a great heartfelt battle with Hollywood generally as a theme throughout the book, which is an interesting concept considering showbiz is run by the fags and all of those that choose to support them. It’s endearing if anything to note that the personal fights that Rupert achieves over the bigots are just and a step towards greater acceptance.
Finally, there is a really great general piece of banter surrounding ‘The Next Best Thing’, a film he originally didn’t want to do but later insisted that the now movie liability Madonna co-starred in. He tells of the Producer vs. Actors/Writers clash that they had and how ultimatley (and very subtly) things like the changes Madonna insisted upon (including major roles) contributed to the movie tanking like it did, is wholly entertaining and very clever on his part. In fact, the whole relationship with Madonna is one of the most wholly interesting things about this book. Her prescence is evident but respectfully either dismissed or avoided, a truly inspired piece of spin or an old queen just waiting to spill the beans further.
I'd go for the latter.
“People in Los Angeles divide their time between AA, acting classes and aerobics.”
Rather prophetic for the Hilton’s and Lohan’s of this world, I thought. Though, how the temazapan dealer fits in there, I’m not so sure.
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Very enjoyable. A recommend from my mum. For a man with such keen self-awareness you'd think Rupert would display rather more self-analysis. He's a bit light on there. I'm as in the dark about some of his dumber career decisions as he is. Rupe's great analysing others though. Best writing I've ever encountered on Paula Yates. Never heard her described in quite the same heartbreaking way that Rupert describes her. Brought a tear to my eye and stayed with me afterwards. His take on Madonna left me
Very enjoyable. A recommend from my mum. For a man with such keen self-awareness you'd think Rupert would display rather more self-analysis. He's a bit light on there. I'm as in the dark about some of his dumber career decisions as he is. Rupe's great analysing others though. Best writing I've ever encountered on Paula Yates. Never heard her described in quite the same heartbreaking way that Rupert describes her. Brought a tear to my eye and stayed with me afterwards. His take on Madonna left me rather more dry eyed, however. A hatchet faced miss. I still love her despite. No doubt Rupe does, too.
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I had been meaning to read this book when it first came out but somehow I never got around to it and then recently my husband announced he was planning to read it so we have a copy at home so finally I have read it. I remember it receiving good reviews about the Hollywood lifestyle and all the people Rupert Everett has encountered. My feeling after finishing it is that Rupert Everett has been in more plays and films than perhaps I would have given him credit for and he has mixed with a very dive
I had been meaning to read this book when it first came out but somehow I never got around to it and then recently my husband announced he was planning to read it so we have a copy at home so finally I have read it. I remember it receiving good reviews about the Hollywood lifestyle and all the people Rupert Everett has encountered. My feeling after finishing it is that Rupert Everett has been in more plays and films than perhaps I would have given him credit for and he has mixed with a very diverse section of society, especially celebrities. It is interesting to see the types of people who have been his very good friends - e.g. Madonna, Gianni Versace. The book is well-written and as one review put it, each chapter is almost self-contained as a mini essay to be read in its own right. I shall be picking up the second book of his autobiography when my husband has finished it!
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The surprising thing about this book is that it inverts one's expectations.
The traditionally boring bit - the pre-fame bit - is wonderfully enjoyable and witty - all things Poppins especially.
The fame bit, dusted in coke, and trailing on the coat-tails of Madonna, is suprisingly unengaging. Perhaps that's as it should be. Vainity, in a mad self-indulgent dance with itself, has never truly been a satisfying spectator sport.
Not even the cruel sythe of aids, nor the horror of the Twin Towers, succe
The surprising thing about this book is that it inverts one's expectations.
The traditionally boring bit - the pre-fame bit - is wonderfully enjoyable and witty - all things Poppins especially.
The fame bit, dusted in coke, and trailing on the coat-tails of Madonna, is suprisingly unengaging. Perhaps that's as it should be. Vainity, in a mad self-indulgent dance with itself, has never truly been a satisfying spectator sport.
Not even the cruel sythe of aids, nor the horror of the Twin Towers, succeed in lending the remainder of the book any edge. It falls to a death of a dog, Mo, famous for leaving "stains" on Madonna's tights, to pull the narrative together toward the end.
Throughout Everett's unguarded lack of concern for future employment allows a great deal of catty fun at the expense of his more talented colleagues.
I expected Rupert Everett's autobiography to simply be about being a gay and fabulous movie star. Of course, there's a lot of that -- but also lots of sex, drugs and drama. After over twenty years on the silver screen and a good number of years on the stage, he has worked with almost everyone worth mentioning in America and Europe. There's a metric ton of name-dropping in this book and I enjoyed all of it (especially after his arrival in Hollywood).
Three things I liked in particular: (1) His ch
I expected Rupert Everett's autobiography to simply be about being a gay and fabulous movie star. Of course, there's a lot of that -- but also lots of sex, drugs and drama. After over twenty years on the silver screen and a good number of years on the stage, he has worked with almost everyone worth mentioning in America and Europe. There's a metric ton of name-dropping in this book and I enjoyed all of it (especially after his arrival in Hollywood).
Three things I liked in particular: (1) His characterization of Madonna seems spot on. (2) The story of his dog Mo's last few days was very moving. (3) I have the audio version of this book and I LOVED Rupert reading it. His voice is completely drool-worthy!
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I never really considered Rupert Everett (or 'Rupi', as I now insist on calling him) as much more than a floppy-haired C-list Hollywood layabout, but I was wrong. So WRONG. I found this book absolutley fascinating, charmingly written, genuinely funny, honest and, at times, really quite touching. I never realised that Everett had been around for quite such a long time, and that he'd really been a witness to the celebrity twilight zone that was the 80's and 90's. It's the range of his human experi
I never really considered Rupert Everett (or 'Rupi', as I now insist on calling him) as much more than a floppy-haired C-list Hollywood layabout, but I was wrong. So WRONG. I found this book absolutley fascinating, charmingly written, genuinely funny, honest and, at times, really quite touching. I never realised that Everett had been around for quite such a long time, and that he'd really been a witness to the celebrity twilight zone that was the 80's and 90's. It's the range of his human experience that kept me furiously turning pages, and yet simultaneously hoping that the book would never end; from transvestite prostitutes in Paris to Liz Taylor in Hollywood, they're all here - in glorious technicolour.
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I know very little about Rupert Everett and have not seen anything he has acted in (although had he accepted the role opposite Roddy McDowell in 'Fright Night' I definitely would have known who he was earlier on!) but this was given to me as a gift by a friend who recommended it. It is well written - capturing my attention from the start reading about his upbringing in Essex and progression through his career in the early years, Rupert certainly met some interesting characters and visited some a
I know very little about Rupert Everett and have not seen anything he has acted in (although had he accepted the role opposite Roddy McDowell in 'Fright Night' I definitely would have known who he was earlier on!) but this was given to me as a gift by a friend who recommended it. It is well written - capturing my attention from the start reading about his upbringing in Essex and progression through his career in the early years, Rupert certainly met some interesting characters and visited some amazing places.
The second half of the book (Hollywood career era) is mainly made up of vignettes about places/people or ruminations on Hollywood, charity etc. and lacks the focus of the earlier chapters, time jumps about a bit and there's the odd nuggets of celebrity gossip, but nothing earth shattering.
For someone who knows virtually nothing about his career, I enjoyed this. I don't know how much I would have got out of the book had I actually been a fan, because the I don't think the author gives that much away about his personal thoughts here.
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The best word to describe Rupert Everett's biography is....whiny, but that's part of why this autobiography is entertaining...it's so very dramatic! It's not wonderful and I wouldn't run out to buy it (I got mine for $3 off the Bargain Books shelf and I would recommend paying more than that!) but it was a "not terrible" way to pass the day. The story of Rupert Everett's mostly posh life. Sort of funny, sort of sad, sort of....?
I read this book while away on holiday, so unfortunately I don't have it right next to me while I review.
Excellent opening chapters with very evocative writing about life as upper class school boy.
Rupert appears to be really honest about his own character failings - he doesn't seem quite so self aware that some of these foibles(light fingered, bitchy) may have cost him as many roles as his homosexuality.
Celebrities & movies pictured (heaps of great photos) often are
Three & a half stars.
I read this book while away on holiday, so unfortunately I don't have it right next to me while I review.
Excellent opening chapters with very evocative writing about life as upper class school boy.
Rupert appears to be really honest about his own character failings - he doesn't seem quite so self aware that some of these foibles(light fingered, bitchy) may have cost him as many roles as his homosexuality.
Celebrities & movies pictured (heaps of great photos) often are only mentioned in passing or not mentioned at all (Cher, Shakespeare in Love)By the end I was getting a little tired of all the famous names, but at least Rupert explains the more obscure ones like Marti Caine. I know he has done another memoir so he may have picked up these details then. But Rupert does write well - there is no mention of a ghostwriter.
& at least one howler that should have been picked up by the copy editor.
Enjoyed & I may read more of his work (in his very full life he has also written at least two novels)
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Getting your hands on an autobiography that is honest, warts and all, is not common – in fact, it is almost non-existent. Therefore, when a well written and rather scathing bio comes out it counts as a must read. This is certainly the case for Rupert Everett’s ‘Red Carpets and Other Banana Skins’. This is a guide to the life of an actor who admits never quite making it to the heights he wished and he is not afraid to tell you that he thinks he is better than most.
The arrogance of Everett may put
Getting your hands on an autobiography that is honest, warts and all, is not common – in fact, it is almost non-existent. Therefore, when a well written and rather scathing bio comes out it counts as a must read. This is certainly the case for Rupert Everett’s ‘Red Carpets and Other Banana Skins’. This is a guide to the life of an actor who admits never quite making it to the heights he wished and he is not afraid to tell you that he thinks he is better than most.
The arrogance of Everett may put off some readers, but for me it felt honest and more like an actor than some autobiographies would care to admit. Unlike in may true life stories about film and TV actors, Everett is a fantastic writer who is able to make the stories about his growing up just as good as the behind the scenes gossip. In fact, some of the better stories are about life in between jobs as he roamed Paris or Miami. You must be aware that the tales are not for the faint of heart, the way in which Everett lists all the friends that have died over the years makes it seem miraculous that he came through relatively unscathed.
The key to ‘Red Carpets’ success is Everett’s great writing style; personal and inviting, but most importantly, wonderfully written. The book also feels very honest; you get the author’s opinion on people that likely led to him losing a few Christmas cards (like he cares). When a Hollywood autobiography comes out that lifts the lid on the egos and excess of the industry, any movie fan should go out of their way to have a read.
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Rup is a talented writer, telling a story with all the descriptive beauty of a seasoned writer and throwing in lots of humor. Rupert writes with amazing honesty about the seedier side of gay culture in a very matter of fact could care less and non judgmental way .
This is the second autobiography I have recently read written by an actor/actress with brutal honesty about the cut throat life, stealing money from friends while living for a year or more between jobs, but somehow making it through to
Rup is a talented writer, telling a story with all the descriptive beauty of a seasoned writer and throwing in lots of humor. Rupert writes with amazing honesty about the seedier side of gay culture in a very matter of fact could care less and non judgmental way .
This is the second autobiography I have recently read written by an actor/actress with brutal honesty about the cut throat life, stealing money from friends while living for a year or more between jobs, but somehow making it through to the next break. Rup does not divulge a lot about his personal relationships although makes it clear that he had an active sex life and I suspect like many queens, his friendships, often with faghags, were actually closer and more important than the relationship with his current lover. That is not to say that he does not have a heart, as his black lab, Mo, was a constant in his life for over a decade and his telling of the end of Mo’s life was touching and beautiful.
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Wow, this really was a fascinating read. I had no idea how he's struggled to be the recognised name he doesn't seem to think he is! It's very educational to see just how haphazard some star's rises actually are whereas us mere mortals sit here dreaming that they're all sunshine, roses and gold paved roads to the paradise of wealth and fame ... this seems not to be altogether true for the most part.
I'd highly recommend this autobiography if you've enjoyed him as an actor at all. I personally thin
Wow, this really was a fascinating read. I had no idea how he's struggled to be the recognised name he doesn't seem to think he is! It's very educational to see just how haphazard some star's rises actually are whereas us mere mortals sit here dreaming that they're all sunshine, roses and gold paved roads to the paradise of wealth and fame ... this seems not to be altogether true for the most part.
I'd highly recommend this autobiography if you've enjoyed him as an actor at all. I personally think he's just fabulous, darling ;)
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"Okay, so I'm not having an affair with Rudolf Nureyev, but I am shagging Ian McKellen, I swear" That gives you a pretty good idea of our hero's tale.
What Rupert lacks in film success he makes up for with a hedonistic glamorous lifestyle and tells us all about it with a queeny relish. It's told chronologically and take us through the early success of Another Country into the lean times when he was unemployable for years through the disastrous Hearts of Fire with Bob Dylan and the return with My
"Okay, so I'm not having an affair with Rudolf Nureyev, but I am shagging Ian McKellen, I swear" That gives you a pretty good idea of our hero's tale.
What Rupert lacks in film success he makes up for with a hedonistic glamorous lifestyle and tells us all about it with a queeny relish. It's told chronologically and take us through the early success of Another Country into the lean times when he was unemployable for years through the disastrous Hearts of Fire with Bob Dylan and the return with My Best Friends Wedding.
Along the way we get huge amounts of name dropping - he seems most happiest around the old Hollywood people such as Liz Taylor, Richard Harris and Candice Bergen. Details of his heterosexual affairs with Paula Yates and Beatrice Dalle for which he can't seem to find an explanation to them happening. Also the waspish observations about the nature of Hollywood and fame, there's a well observed chapter comparing up and coming Cameron Diaz to top of her game Julia Roberts both working with him on My Best Friends Wedding and the chapter on Sharon Stone 'letting her character in' is hysterical. But most of all it's the glamorous carefree life he leads clubbing and shagging his way around the world always finding colourful characters and a party to go to
But whilst he happily gossips about most things he's discreet about others notably the drugs and 'rent-boy' stories from his younger years although the story is good enough without those details.
The big surprise here is how well it's written, most autobiographies are ghost written by the numbers jobs but this is superbly written. Describing the streetlights on London's Embankment as looking like "moons held in the iron talons of Empire" shows he has some good literary chops. Part two of the story Vanished Years was published last year hopefully it will be as good as this.
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Exhausting - pace, haphazard time line and name dropping. But, an engaging writer, especially describing scenes and background eg looking up at the Twin Towers on 9/11 - Eerily reminiscent of a real movie! His memory is amazing, and he has crammed his life with travels and people - being the same age, I felt completely unworldly by comparison! Also, he opens the lid completely on the Hollywood merry-go-round which is fascinatingly horrific.
But i found the name dropping tiring, as so many unknow
Exhausting - pace, haphazard time line and name dropping. But, an engaging writer, especially describing scenes and background eg looking up at the Twin Towers on 9/11 - Eerily reminiscent of a real movie! His memory is amazing, and he has crammed his life with travels and people - being the same age, I felt completely unworldly by comparison! Also, he opens the lid completely on the Hollywood merry-go-round which is fascinatingly horrific.
But i found the name dropping tiring, as so many unknown to me eg Directors, producers, agents. Many chapters read more like postcards. Having said that, the controlled and un-melodramatic language lies in contrast to the way in which he lives his life! He is actually rather coy about his own trysts, of which there are obviously many!
But overall i was left with impression of shallow, transient lifestyle, relying on "adored" "best friends" heavily. Shame he cannot sustain his rather elegant descriptive writing when writing about himself. He never dwells but charges onwards and upwards through his career. I really didn't feel I knew him - what did he really think about events - does he ever search his soul?
Have just read a recent interview (as I have seen his brilliant portrayal of Oscar Wilde in The Judas Kiss) and realise it is a definite lifestyle choice he made and it is so completely different to the family life that most of us conform to, it is difficult to empathise. So, interesting but disappointing and I think I will give the sequels a miss.
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Rupert is a fantastic writer, really descriptive and he carries you into the scene perfectly. His way with words is stunning and it reads more like a novel than an autobiography. This chap has really lived – sometimes you do wonder if some of the occurrences are second hand rather than actual accounts – really only because you think can he really have had such an eventful life? He seems to be there at all the most extreme and shocking occasions. Well it makes for good reading anyway.
Red Carpets
Rupert is a fantastic writer, really descriptive and he carries you into the scene perfectly. His way with words is stunning and it reads more like a novel than an autobiography. This chap has really lived – sometimes you do wonder if some of the occurrences are second hand rather than actual accounts – really only because you think can he really have had such an eventful life? He seems to be there at all the most extreme and shocking occasions. Well it makes for good reading anyway.
Red Carpets and Other Banana skins is an extremely funny account of Hollywood life but it’s also deeply touching and thoughtful. There’s plenty of well known names dropped in and the other unknown characters are brought so vividly to life by his descriptions. There’s a lot of sex, drugs and an extremely hedonistic lifestyle as you would imagine but this book is by no means shallow. There’s plenty of lovely descriptive philosophical thoughts too - “I felt lost from my own life, and looking back, that was my endless quest. Not acting, not fame, not love. Just losing myself.”
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Rupert Everett is such a brilliant actor. Adorable, funny and very charming, I was desperate for his biography to be the same. Those three it certainly was but it was slightly more than that. At times it was sad, shocking and but above all incredibly honest.
Everett’s life could almost have been made up; the places he’s lived in and the things he’s seen (Collapse of Communism, 9/11, Hollywood in the 90s). It makes for such an exciting read, particularly as he often puts himself down and seems sur
Rupert Everett is such a brilliant actor. Adorable, funny and very charming, I was desperate for his biography to be the same. Those three it certainly was but it was slightly more than that. At times it was sad, shocking and but above all incredibly honest.
Everett’s life could almost have been made up; the places he’s lived in and the things he’s seen (Collapse of Communism, 9/11, Hollywood in the 90s). It makes for such an exciting read, particularly as he often puts himself down and seems surprised by the success that he’s had. He’s very good at almost creating characters out of his friends, by describing them in infinite detail and creating scenes of dialogue. He was very guilty of name-dropping and constantly would mention his famous friends and the infamous parties he’d been to but instead of getting annoyed by it, I loved it. Everett is absolutely full of gossip.
The narrative itself is very well written and he writes with such description. The structure however completely let it down. It started chronologically well and then just descended into chaos and different decades seemed to overlap each other. He’d also mention friends only by first name and I would get confused as to who he was referring to when. He also seemed to rush over certain films or skip them altogether, as well as seeming quite coy about his relationships, only briefly dipping in to one or two, which I found very intriguing.
It was a great book to read, very entertaining and full of Hollywood secrets but I felt it wound down towards the end and I was hoping for it to end sooner than it did.
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God knows.. the reason why I bought this book was because Rupert was one of Madonna's close friend (before he released this book) and God knows I only read the part where he talked about how it feel working with Madonna on the set of movie 'The Next Best Thing'.. the rest is.. hmmmm.. I skipped them.. I only survived after 3 chapters.. I did not really understand what was the 'punch-lines' of his story.. I used this book only for my research of Madonna.. nothing more..
This was entertaining and quite light for an Autobiography, I'm not disappointed I read it. It is however highly anecdotal and doesn't flow very well - it jumps around alot (in great leaps - he'll be talking about 1987 on one page and 1998 on the next), gets a bit confusing here and there and some parts are a great deal more interesting than others. It was disappointing that he doesn't mention Dellamorte Dellamore or A Midsummer Nights Dream - two of my favourite Rupert Everett films, but perhap
This was entertaining and quite light for an Autobiography, I'm not disappointed I read it. It is however highly anecdotal and doesn't flow very well - it jumps around alot (in great leaps - he'll be talking about 1987 on one page and 1998 on the next), gets a bit confusing here and there and some parts are a great deal more interesting than others. It was disappointing that he doesn't mention Dellamorte Dellamore or A Midsummer Nights Dream - two of my favourite Rupert Everett films, but perhaps his time on those pictures just wasn't all that interesting!
Despite reviews to the contrary this is not a gossip rag - apart from a few tidbits about Madonna, there isn't much to attract the Who weekly crowd which I was pleased about - this really is about Rupert, his life, his loves, his friends and aspirations. He writes well, is very self-deprecating and very amusing. This is an honest, modest book and definitely worth a look for fans.
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I’ve always enjoyed Rupert Everett’s comic style in movies like
An Ideal Husband
and
The Importance of Being Earnest
so I thought his biography would be an amusing venture into the world of a dashing British sex symbol. It wasn’t. This heavy-handed and abysmal tale attempted to put a humorous twist on vulgarity and perversion but I just couldn’t bring myself to laugh. The first chapter (and I didn’t bother reading any further but opted to selectively skim) pretty much destroyed my image of him a
I’ve always enjoyed Rupert Everett’s comic style in movies like
An Ideal Husband
and
The Importance of Being Earnest
so I thought his biography would be an amusing venture into the world of a dashing British sex symbol. It wasn’t. This heavy-handed and abysmal tale attempted to put a humorous twist on vulgarity and perversion but I just couldn’t bring myself to laugh. The first chapter (and I didn’t bother reading any further but opted to selectively skim) pretty much destroyed my image of him as a sexy, urbane man. He is, instead, a rather tawdry and sick man deserving of both pity and contempt. Now before anyone says, “Well, yeah!” and faults me for not liking his book, I have read other books about tawdry, sick people that actually gave me something I could think about rather than focusing on keeping my dinner down.
The Heroin Diaries
by Nikki Sixx immediately springs to mind…
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I enjoyed reading this book, but I had expected more somehow. Whilst providing some juicy insights into Hollywood and theatre life, and also managing to give some eye-witness accounts of important historical events, Everett's autobiography still manages to stay pretty superficial - in more than one sense of the word. Not only do the tales of hedonistic pursuits become a little wearing, but also there's a lack of depth to the storytelling that left me feeling unsatisfied as a reader. There are a
I enjoyed reading this book, but I had expected more somehow. Whilst providing some juicy insights into Hollywood and theatre life, and also managing to give some eye-witness accounts of important historical events, Everett's autobiography still manages to stay pretty superficial - in more than one sense of the word. Not only do the tales of hedonistic pursuits become a little wearing, but also there's a lack of depth to the storytelling that left me feeling unsatisfied as a reader. There are a couple of chapters that make notable exceptions and, because of the way the book is laid out, I could easily find those sections that resonated with me if I ever went looking for them again. Unfortunately a large part of the book left me cold - 'just the facts madam'. That said, Everett's intelligence shines through most of the text and I'd certainly be interested in reading some of his fiction.
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Melodramatic and funny throughout, if a bit turgid.
I'm suspicious of this book as a work of nonfiction. Unless he has a phenomenal memory or was an rabid journal-keeper, there's no way he could've remembered events with the amount of detail that he does. There are even stretches of dialogue. Particularly bothersome in the early chapters about his childhood.
Not as much celebrity gossip as I would have liked although the following were wonderful: the chapter on the filming of My Best Friend's Wedd
Melodramatic and funny throughout, if a bit turgid.
I'm suspicious of this book as a work of nonfiction. Unless he has a phenomenal memory or was an rabid journal-keeper, there's no way he could've remembered events with the amount of detail that he does. There are even stretches of dialogue. Particularly bothersome in the early chapters about his childhood.
Not as much celebrity gossip as I would have liked although the following were wonderful: the chapter on the filming of My Best Friend's Wedding; the bit with Sharon Stone; any story involving Madonna; his nicknames for Colin Firth (Frothy and Collywobbles) and the time he got Colin in trouble with Harvey Weinstein.
(In yet another example of why dogs rule, Everett is never more affectionate and warm than when he's writing about his black Lab, Mo - friends and lovers are treated with that patented British mockery.)
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Outrageous. The openly gay Hollywood star has written a completely frank and honest biography about his wild youth in England in the vicious world of gay sex and drugs during which he admits he was a male prostitute or gigolo. How this lead on to fame and fortune on the silver screen. Before too many chapters have been read you start asking yourself who he hasn't slept with from the film, pop music, fashion and noble ranks of the aristocracy. For most of the book he seems to have thoroughly enjo
Outrageous. The openly gay Hollywood star has written a completely frank and honest biography about his wild youth in England in the vicious world of gay sex and drugs during which he admits he was a male prostitute or gigolo. How this lead on to fame and fortune on the silver screen. Before too many chapters have been read you start asking yourself who he hasn't slept with from the film, pop music, fashion and noble ranks of the aristocracy. For most of the book he seems to have thoroughly enjoyed himself milking the most out of his life and his looks, but there are times when an inherent sadness but at least no regrets comes through.
Full marks for honesty and an easily and, one has to say, thoroughly enjoyable book. If you like the gossip columns and the trash magazines you will love this although you may not want to display it too prominently on the shelves.
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Surprisingly perspicacious (not sure if that's a word or what it means, but I think it's perfect for Rupi)
Nice mixture of titillating sleaze, bitchy one-liners and extremely sharp and sensitive observation of certain female stars. I never knew he had an affair with Beatrice Dalle. One of my favourite bits is from his little prologue, apologising to those who have complained about inaccuracies in the book. One of the complainees apparently protested that he would never have licked his fingers bef
Surprisingly perspicacious (not sure if that's a word or what it means, but I think it's perfect for Rupi)
Nice mixture of titillating sleaze, bitchy one-liners and extremely sharp and sensitive observation of certain female stars. I never knew he had an affair with Beatrice Dalle. One of my favourite bits is from his little prologue, apologising to those who have complained about inaccuracies in the book. One of the complainees apparently protested that he would never have licked his fingers before turning the pages of a book, as Everett had insinuated. Rupert's riposte of course was 'Sometimes it is difficult to remember who licked what and when.' I never knew he'd written two other books either - but he can certainly set a scene, and for such a narcissist, he's also a keen and intuitive observer.
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It was slim pickings at the library this week, and carpool was starting, so I grabbed this. If you are thinking of reading this book, I suggest that you do NOT get the abridged audio version, as it was a mess. Whomever edited it should be fired. People came and went without introduction or explanation as to where they went. One minute he is poverty stricken in LA and the next he is talking about selling a second home in Paris and buying something else. I did appreciate his honesty about being a
It was slim pickings at the library this week, and carpool was starting, so I grabbed this. If you are thinking of reading this book, I suggest that you do NOT get the abridged audio version, as it was a mess. Whomever edited it should be fired. People came and went without introduction or explanation as to where they went. One minute he is poverty stricken in LA and the next he is talking about selling a second home in Paris and buying something else. I did appreciate his honesty about being a diva and/or asshole, that was refreshing. Also, the writing was quite good when taken in the context of a short story within the book that actually made sense. And finally, he did have some great stories to tell and a way of telling them. Maybe the unabridged text is better.
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Superbly funny and incredibly touching in places. Everett is a brilliant raconteur and wittily self-deprecating. He is just as happy turning his acid tongue on himself as on his co-stars. This is very much a account of a life in film and my only criticism is that you don't really get that close to him. But for all that, there are moments of real power here and Everett has a beautiful writing style. Very enjoyable.
Entertaining, but not just in a sensationalist way...Rupert Everett talks engagingly about Hollywood and it's stars against a backdrop of London, Paris, Miami, New York, Russia and the South of France. As much a travelogue as a celebrity gossip-fest.
Rupert James Hector Everett is a two-time Golden Globe-nominated English film actor, author and former singer.
He first came into public attention in the early 1980s when he was cast in Julian Mitchell's play and subsequent film
Another Country
for playing an openly homosexual student at an English public school, set in the 1930s. Since then he has appeared in many other films with mostly major rol
Rupert James Hector Everett is a two-time Golden Globe-nominated English film actor, author and former singer.
He first came into public attention in the early 1980s when he was cast in Julian Mitchell's play and subsequent film
Another Country
for playing an openly homosexual student at an English public school, set in the 1930s. Since then he has appeared in many other films with mostly major roles, including
My Best Friend's Wedding, The Next Best Thing
and the
Shrek
sequels.
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