2.5 Stars
I read this on the immediate heels of Carrie Fisher's Wishful Drinking, which I really, really enjoyed. And which I described as having "wit, self-awareness, and self-deprecating sarcasm" in the best way possible.
Well, this book displayed none of those things. And actually really shed some further light on Carrie Fisher's childhood.
Not to be harsh, but Debbie Reynolds came off as being somewhat of a narcissist here.
Allow me to elaborate.
Instead of the memoir I was expecting, we got about one thousand million pages of her endlessly extrapolating upon the vile creature that was her third husband. Now, no matter how much he might deserve it, Debbie was met with numerous red flags before tying the knot with this loser. And yet, she somehow manages to acknowledge these red flags in hindsight, whilst simultaneously taking none of the blame accountability for ignoring them at the time.
In fact, that seemed to be one of the main themes of the memoir and Debbie's life: nothing was ever her fault. And, while titled "Unsinkable" as a metaphor for both her self-proclaimed perseverance and as a tie to one of her more serious "young actress" roles as Molly Brown, I must say...anyone can "persevere" when they admittedly run to work to avoid their problems (and simultaneously be fed with audience adulation), demand that other people handle their problems, and/or borrow TONS of money from the bank and all their rich friends to pay for their problems.
I was going to cite exact quotes from the book illustrating that second above mentioned "coping" skill, as there are numerous examples of how, right after a crisis, Debbie says something like, "so I decided to go to Hawaii on vacation instead of dealing with it," or "I miscarried a stillborn and just made my husband take care of everything all alone because I was just too devastated," but I'm too lazy.
She also let her son Todd deal with the constant battle that was her Hollywood Museum collection.
Which brings me to...THE COLLECTION.
Holy boredom, Batman. I mean, I appreciate her desire to preserve Hollywood history, but FFS. She went on ad nauseum about this thing. Forever. And EVER.
In fact, the two most talked about topics in this book were her third husband and this collection.
Second to those things were mentions of Carrie, Todd, and a reminder that Eddie Fisher (she always referred to him as "Eddie Fisher" never just "Eddie") left her and their children for Elizabeth Taylor. I kid you not, she brought this up, referenced it, or somehow used it as a joke upwards of 50 times throughout this book. Almost like she enjoyed being the so-called "victim." I mean, I get that it must have sucked, but she seemed to allow - and want - it to define her life.
Third to all of those things was - if she wasn't rehashing how Eddie Fisher left her for Elizabeth Taylor - just talking about Elizabeth Taylor in general, name dropping every celebrity she ever met in her life, and telling weird little stories about where she was and how she was super connected to major US news events, such as the assassination of JFK and the 9/11 attacks (for that one she referenced both the attacks AND Elizabeth Taylor...also known as a two-fer).
And don't even get me started on how she basically admitted to marrying her second husband for the money "security" he represented and holding herself up as a self-proclaimed virginal Girl Scout while later throwing shade at Jane Russell for accepting money from Howard Hughes. It just felt very mean-girl while pretending to be a sweet southern belle, if you ask me.
The latter half of the book is Debbie basically laundry-listing every movie she's ever been in accompanied by a small blurb about her memory of its filming...even if she had nothing even remotely interesting to say about it. Although, I think Debbie probably thought we would all find her just breathing to be entertaining.
Now, don't get me wrong here. My point is not to tear down Debbie Reynolds. I still love her movies and think she was probably a very nice woman. I just think she was definitely a product of being discovered by the old school movie studio system and told - and treated - like she was super special at age 16 and on. I mean, the studio did everything for her and she started there at such a young age. So, it's no wonder she thought it was normal for everyone else to do everything for her from then on.
I mean, at one point she talked about how she had to have her "Daddy" build her a replica of a kitchen, so she could "practice with pots, pans, coffeemakers, and utensils, so [she] could look real with things most people use everyday."
Hahahahahahahahhaahhahahahaha.
She was truly a product of the times and her situation.
I mean, if nothing else tells you all you need to know, it's what she says about playing Liberace's mother when she (Debbie) was 81 years old...
In the caption next to the picture of Debbie in her Frances Liberace makeup, she says: "I knew Frances Liberace. She and my mother-in-law, Mrs. Karl, had the same heritage. I felt close to being able to perform her personality quite well. I'm told that I did. I wanted an authentic look to play Lee's mother. She had heavy features and a thick accent. This is what I might look like without the face cream I've used for decades."
I mean...I die lol.