After reading about my uncle’s recent adventure with Bruce Campbell, I decided to read his new book, Make Love the Bruce Campbell Way. The library didn’t have that, so I decided tos start with his autobiography.
Bruce Campbell’s autobiography is everything you might expect Bruce Campbell’s autobiography to be: it’s relatively short, witty, and fascinating. Having seen all of the Evil Dead series, but not a follower, I was shocked to learn, for instance, that Sam Raimi was only 20 when he filmed it. Dammit, that’s my age!
Being a struggling B movie actor is tough to read about: I felt bad for Campbell all throughout the book. Having a cult fan base is not quite the same thing as being steadily employed. Much of Bruce Campbell’s work was done when I was too young to appreciate it. Brisco Country, Jr., for instance. Evil Dead manages to transcend age boundaries, but one has to wonder just how such a low-budget movie got to be so important.
In other words, it’s not a riveting book in the sense that I was laughing the entire time, or wondering what happens next, but as a frank discussion of life in the biz, I thought it was excellently done, even including on-the-fly interviews with Campbell’s friends, including Sam Raimi. It sort of fleshes out the mental image I had of Campbell as Hollywood’s Everyman, though I wish it was written late enough to include his thoughts about movies like Bubba Ho-Tep, which was absolutely wonderful.
It’s not a long book (under 300 pages, with biggish sans-serif text), and written very much as if it were just a transcription of Campbell telling it to you, so if you’re a fan at all, it might be something to pick up.