I dug deep into this tome, and I tell you, it was a helluva read. William Friedkin, that cinematic maestro, lays bare the secrets of his craft. He peels back the curtain on how those crucial films of his came to life - the casting, the directing, the whole shebang. It always struck me odd how, sometimes, the very works I hold dear in high regard, like 'Sorcerer' and 'To Live and Die in L.A.,' sank like a stone in the financial sea. Yet, on the flip side, 'The French Connection' and 'The Exorcist' soared to critical and commercial heights.
Friedkin had a mind that worked faster than a speeding bullet train, and a memory that caught all the details in a steel trap. He's a scholar of the studio system, a man who knows the ins and outs of Hollywood's enigmatic character. Sure, there's a dash of personal anecdotes, a glimpse into his life and kin, but this book is a masterclass in moviemaking. The prose? It's like sittin' across from the man himself, a casual chinwag with an occasional dose of self-deprecation. And after this read, I couldn't help but hit the rewind button on his films, rummaging my on-demand libraries for more. I gotta give it to him; Respect.
Now, I surely would have wanted to share a smoke or drink with this guy, unpredictable types tend to put my nerves on edge, in a good way. I gotta hand it to him, he was upfront about his warts and all. He ain't shy about it, admits to being a hard-nosed, short-fused, and a tad too cocky. His Chicago beginnings, though, that's where I found myself nodding along; I grew up on those same streets. There's something special 'bout reading 'bout folks and places you know, names that ring a bell. Red Quinlan's daughter, well, I walked the same schoolyard. But what gripped me tight was the whole deal with his first doc, 'Crump.' Friedkin lays it all bare, and he pulls no punches, shedding light on some dark Chicago police habits back in the '60s. Now, I ain't here to spark no fire, but those tales still send shivers down my spine, and as far as I reckon, they might not have stopped since. Kudos to Friedkin for laying it all out there. RIP