For the first time Oliver Reed's close family has collaborated on a project about Reed himself, revealing a complex man behind the facade, a person of great passions and loyalties underscored by deep-rooted vulnerabilities and insecurities. With never-heard-before anecdotes and new interviews with Reed's family, friends and peers, What Fresh Lunacy Is This? is a revealing examination of his mould-breaking personality.
Ahhh, Oliver Reed. The only pure film star (no stage experience) produced by Great Britain. Unlike Caine and Connery, he refused to abandon the British film industry to pile up the millions. He turned down JAWS and THE STING because he didn't want to live in Los Angeles. "I'm a Brit". True Blue and as David Bowie's son has noted, England's alpha male.
After a blistering start in the 1960s and 1970s, Reed's film career ebbed away, as he became the Ultimate Lad and let alcohol destroy his image. Oliver became Ollie. As Robert Sellers explains in this bio, he was a binge drinker who drank to build his confidence due to his devastating shyness, apparently resulting from a difficult childhood. The lucid, magnetic Jekyll would then become the frightening, out-of-control Hyde when he went too far.
Sellers has written several books on celebrities, but this is his most enjoyable. He has interviewed Reed's family and ex-wives/girlfriends to get behind the image he produced for the public. The stories had me laughing and cringing, sometimes together. Whether he was stopping in the middle of an Irish rural road to pick up a stray dog, diving into a Madrid fishtank to munch on carrots carved like goldfish, or buying homes for homeless people, Oliver Reed was unique. He really did make the air move.
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Listened to on Audible and it was quite a dispiriting experience actually. Oliver gets drunk and does something dreadful, but he only drinks out of shyness and his heart is in the right place. Film producers won’t hire him, but that’s their fault for not having the balls. Oh look, there’s Oliver doing something horrible while drunk again, but you can’t be mad at him as it was all done with childlike glee.
I’ve come out of the experience really glad I was never in the same pub as the man. Clearly he inspired great love and affection in his friends and family, but reading about him (hearing about him) was like having a whole obnoxious rugby team rolled into one barrel chested, belligerent man.
I got a headache just reading the insane antics of this man! But seriously, I kept thinking that he must not have caught wind of the remarks made by people who were saying how much they adored and admired him when he was NOT drinking. It's sad to think of how much richer his life and relationships would have been if he had realized that he did not need to hide his true nature behind drink. If he was shy, he should have played up on this instead of seeing this as a negative. If he had, I know that people (especially woman) would have found this very attractive in him. Strangely enough, alcohol didn't appear to be an addiction for Oliver, but rather, something he felt he needed, simply to face people. I was baffled as to why he had such an incorrect perception of himself, his self worth and his intelligence. He really had so much going for him. His stamina was incredible. But unfortunately, it finally ran out.
Superb,if a little longwinded...having read the graphic novel Hellraisers and the biographt by the same author, an authorised bio of my favourite actor, Oliver Reed was a must read. Was there anything his autobiography or 'Evil Spirits', an unauthorised bio, or gossip/legend hadn't revealed be covered in a toe breaking 500 page book? The answer is oh yes, there are more stories....with the backign and help of most of Reed's family and associates this is a lovingly crafted book that manages to treat it's subject with respect but not reverence, does not condone his bad behaviour but lays out the facts of Reed's life and career for the reader to judge for themselves. They just don't make stars like this anymore...
A very enjoyable read about one of our true eccentrics. A gentleman, a quintessential Englishman, a madman, a bully, a man of the people. An underrated actor who could have been up there with the very best, if only he could control his dark side. They don't make them like Ollie anymore and some would say thank goodness for that. Not me though. For sure there isn't room for too many Ollies, but give me Ollie any day over today's homogenised, politically correct bunch. Oliver Reed, I salute you sir.
Despite too many available bios of hell-raising drunk actors from the U.K. (and Reed has already appeared in three) at least here the writing is exciting rather than exploitative; less sycophantic and dumb as Reed's sycophantic, dumb companions at the pub. The chronology of Reed's adventurous, alcoholic and oftentimes cruel life is fresh as it jumps around to include anecdotes from decade to decade. All the "players" in his life, including teenaged 3rd wife Josephine Burge, are vividly captured. Most welcome is the psychological material behind Reed's barroom brawls, escapades and all-out destruction of property worthy of several rock bands. And this excludes the company of one-man-warpath Keith Moon. Reed's behavior is examined intelligently. The absence of hero-worship makes for a sincere portrait, and it becomes obvious (but not piously so) that Reed suffered from terrific demons of low self-esteem, dyslexia, chronic states of boredom, and a pathological hatred of elitism. This despite a military career and being the nephew of Sir Carol Reed. Besides his love of alcohol and hell-raising, he often fell victim to a noxious public. Too many ingratiating enablers like Reed's posturing stuntman-gangster-wannabe Reg Prince celebrated and encouraged Reed's self-destruction. All the more reason to applaud the actor tossing Prince off a balcony and almost breaking his back. Overall a complex biography and an insightful look at what made Reed's brand of dangerous personality and immense screen presence so effective--and, in the end, so tragic. The book's enormous amount of stories documenting Reed terrifying villagers and Hollywood bigshots alike is worth the purchase.
It's fairly interesting but also a bit wearisome. Reed himself sounds like a nightmare. Ocassionally charming but more often than not a selfish, womanising (when young), bullying, drunken bore. His only leisure pursuit was going to the pub with a bunch of cronies. A great actor but an appalling human being.
As time went by his drinking got worse. A boorish unpleasant man when drunk although, as the reader is regularly reminded, he could be charming when sober.
Amazingly even at his most dysfunctional he was still able to turn in some powerful performances and could, when he wanted, stay sober for protracted periods of filming.
Unsurprisingly he was dead by age 61, having collapsed during a binge, and poised to possibly ressurect his career with his performance in Gladiator.
Robert Oliver Reed (13 February 1938 – 2 May 1999) was an English actor known for his upper-middle class, macho image, hellraiser lifestyle, and "tough guy" roles. Notable films include The Trap (1966), playing Bill Sikes in the Best Picture Oscar winner Oliver! (1968), Women in Love (1969), Hannibal Brooks (1969), The Devils (1971), portraying Athos in The Three Musketeers (1973), Tommy (1975), Lion of the Desert (1981), Castaway (1986), The Adventures of Baron Munchausen (1988) and Funny Bones (1995).
At the peak of his career, in 1971, British exhibitors voted Reed 5th most popular star at the box office. An alcoholic, Reed's issues with drink were well publicised. He had the dubious distinction to be described by Bette Davis as:
‘possibly one of the most loathsome human beings I have ever had the misfortune of meeting’
Sellers has written several books on celebrities, but this is his most enjoyable. He has interviewed Reed's family and ex-wives/girlfriends to get behind the image he produced for the public. The book contains numerous anecdotes exist, such as Reed and 36 friends of his drinking in one evening: 60 gallons of beer, 32 bottles of scotch, 17 bottles of gin, four crates of wine, and a bottle of Babycham. He subsequently revised the story, claiming he drank 106 pints of beer on a two-day binge before marrying Josephine Burge:
'The event that was reported actually took place during an arm-wrestling competition in Guernsey about 15 years ago, it was highly exaggerated.'
Steve McQueen told the story that in 1973 he flew to the UK to discuss a film project with Reed and suggested the two men visit a London nightclub. They ended up on a marathon pub crawl during which Reed got so drunk he vomited on McQueen.
Reed became a close friend and drinking partner of The Who's drummer Keith Moon in 1974 while working together on the film version of Tommy. With their reckless lifestyles Reed and Moon had much in common, and both cited the hard drinking actor Robert Newton as a role model. Christopher Lee, a friend and colleague of Reed, commented on his alcoholism in 2014:
'when he started, after [drink] number eight, he became a complete monster. It was awful to see.'
All in all an enjoyable read about a great of British cinema, Oliver Reed. Simultaneously a gentleman, an alcoholic, an eccentric, a bully, a misogynist, and an underrated actor. A man who found it impossible to control his inner demons. What is interesting are the comments made by people who were saying how much they adored and admired Ollie when he was sober. It's sad to think of how much more he could have made of life and relationships if he didn’t hide his true nature behind drink. Should the reader be amused by his sometimes violent ‘pranks’. I’m not so sure.
The book is fairly repetitive and reminded me of White Line Fever in some ways. A monotonous cycle: Ollie made a movie, done a bunch of crazy stuff while intoxicated, then made another movie. In between his drinking spiralled out of control, the people around him suffered, and his health declined. Perhaps we could have got more depth from his family, friends and acquaintances? If you know little of Ollie you'll be shocked, appalled and bored by his tiresome behaviour without the depth of insight this biography needed to balance it.
However, even after years of abuse for playing Antonius Proximo, an old, gruff gladiator trainer in Ridley Scott's Gladiator (2000) in what was his final film, Reed was posthumously nominated for the BAFTA Award for Best Actor in a Supporting Role.
He was perhaps the last hellraiser of his generation and they don't make them like Ollie anymore. And maybe that isn’t such a bad thing?
This is a fun book packed with lots of stories from Oliver's life. There is a bit of a pattern to the tales though: charming man, drinks too much, not so nice, still manages to be on set in good time the next morning.
I love us but reading this gave me a glimpse of just how maddeningly complex we seem to erryone else, far more than apparently is to be expected of people in general.
All the professional people in this told the same damned story so that got quite frustrating and tedious. As a result, I became far more interested in what family and his partners had to say, all those people who bore witness to the private non-performing moments and also who bore the brunt of an alcoholic as parent and relative. I liked how balanced those views were, especially his kids being so honest about the disappointment and inconsistency and cruelty and periods of distancing themselves from him. That balanced with the truly adorable magical moments made their contributions the most valuable to me.
Having said that, the professional stuff about his film techniques and precision really startled and gratified me. It’s one thing as a viewer to like an actor, it’s an entirely other thing to read what his peers thought of his technical skills rather than some organic ineffable quality.
I spent the first half of this in some amusement and feeling like review revulsion of the book and himself spoke to a certain puritanism on the part of the reviewers, but also feeling that same unease in myself as the child of two addicts. The second half of the book though definitely had me in the same revulsion but tinged with so much dismay and sadness for what promise was lost.
When I was at uni in Canberra, I discovered the National Library had a copy of his autobiography. You weren’t allowed to borrow it out, so I spent at least two days there reading it. Even back then, newly introduced by my studies to masculinity as a performance and a construct, I saw right through his outlandish statements of misogyny and violence. I’m glad this biography goes into that aspect of his performative masculinity even if the father explanations offered seem a bit weak. And though I’m dismayed at his very real sexism and incidents of outright sexual harassment, I’m glad that was fully addressed by both the narrative and the interviewees.
I love the shy side to his personality, the erudition, the gardening and love of a naturalistic landscape, the homebody aspect, the unquestioning generosity, the loyalty. The loss of his sex drive really astonished me and puts such a different spin on that final troubling marriage.
I did have a startling thought at one point: if I was a man and of his build, I would probably be just as reckless.
Lunacy indeed. I'd rate Ollie's life an incredible 5 star but this biography although it has the voices of those around him during this lunacy didn't delve further and took at face value the reason for his antics. Wanted more depth and got bored of the continual drinking and carrying on - which I'm sure family and friends and acquaintances did too. Reminded me of The Dirt - the lunacy of the life of the members of the rock group Motley Crue. I was fond of Oliver Reed as a child and we likened our lunatic "bomb" of a younger brother to him (thankfully he hasn't become an alcoholic) and strangely he found peace living in the part of Ireland that we as a family originate from and claim our "lunacy" comes from. I wanted to know more about his drivers and couldn't understand why his behaviour was accepted - is this what those involved with alcoholics, addicts do? Some comparative of the wild living of other contemporary actors such as Burton, Harris, O'Toole in the 60s and 70s would have enhanced the understanding of his behaviour and allowed for exploration of why he choose to remain so true to his hell raising and some of the others changed lifestyles to live longer. Interesting read. However if you know nothing of Reed you'll be shocked and appalled and bored by the tiresomeness of his behaviour without the depth of insight this biography needed to balance it.
I'd read "Hellraisers" by the same author on the infamous offstage antics of Mssrs Burton, Harris, O'Toole (Peace and Blessings Upon Him) and Reed which was very entertaining stuff. Unfortunately, this follow-up concentrating only on Oliver Reed just doesn't have enough diverse material to fill an entire book. As with many rockstar's biographies (Reed was a film star, but the lifestyle was pretty similar), the beginning, rise of the protagonist is by far the most interesting part. After that, it's a succession of anecdotes about Oliver Reed drinking and fighting. Every single one pretty much is punctuated by an ex-colleague saying "but the thing was that when the cameras rolled, he was completely professional". The word "professional" is used about 1000 times in this book. The fact is though that Oliver Reed comes through, to me certainly, as a complete bloody menace, a bit of a thug, a massive misogynist. That's not of course incompatible with being a great actor. To me, he is Athos in the Three Musketeers, a film that I can watch over and over again. In fact, I have. As to his last performance as Proximo in Gladiator, it may have been great, I don't know, I don't rate that revenge romp very much at all (I know, controversial view there).
One for serious Oliver Reed fans only I'm afraid. Read Hellraisers instead.
WHAT FRESH LUNACY IS THIS? By Robert Sellers This is the authorized biography of an actor called Oliver Reed. Ollie, as just about everyone knew him, was a complex character. One of his complexions is that he may well have been one of the greatest actors of all time; he also may well have been the most drunk person on the planet for much of his time alive. Hence the title and it describes the whole scenario well. While sober, his manners were exemplary, but at a certain stage of imbibing, and that was well past what normal human beings would describe as drunk, he digressed in a manner that put him at odds with most rationally thinking people. Just when you think he’s done just about all the crazy things possible in a hotel, Ollie would come up with something else. He was like a drunken rugby team on sabbatical only he was the whole team. Swinging on a chandelier was passé, breaking things normal. The analogy of the football team is not without some other truth because rugby was his favourite game and he always liked drinking with the common man. This seemingly would stem back to his childhood when he was an undiagnosed dyslexic and learning was a problem. When he later got into acting however, his extraordinary memory came into play and he could memorise not only his own part but the entire script. His demeanour on the set also meant he could turn his hand to any part if given the chance. He could turn up to act three sheets to the wind but, when it came to performing, he would instantly appear sober and turn in a faultless performance. However, his, at times lunatic, stunts, will leave you shaking your head at how he and his friends survived. Because the book is derived from many sources there are differing viewpoints of what transpired in his life. I thought I would quickly tire of reading about his episodes in hotels but nay, the more I read the fascinating it became. The story of what he did at Broome Hall, his residence for some time, could have been a book on its own. The renovation he undertook was extraordinary. Another aspect to his life was his relationships with women. Understandably, it took a certain personality to deal with being woken up at all hours of the night upon his return from wherever and his parenting skills left a lot to be desired on occasions. Quotes from some of his partners and his children are quite illuminating. Whatever you can say about Ollie, neither he nor the book could ever be accused of being boring, I thoroughly enjoyed it and recommend it as an entertaining read.
Oliver Reed starb 1999 auf Malta während der Dreharbeiten zum Film Gladiator. Nach Jahren, in denen er sich mit drittklassigen Filme über Wasser halten musste, hätte die Rolle des Antonius Proximo sein Comeback werden können. Aber sein exzessives Leben hat letztendlich seinen Tribut gezollt und so blieb ihm nur ein posthume Nominierung für den Bafta als bester Nebendarsteller.
Auch wenn es immer weniger werden: jedes Jahr kommen Menschen an Oliver Reeds Geburtstag an sein Grab im irischen Churchtown und trinken mit ihm. Das mag eine sentimentale Geste sein, aber es sagt auch viel über sein Leben aus. Jeder der im Buch zu Wort kam, hat gesagt, wie viel Oliver Reed seit seiner frühesten Jugend getrunken hat. Gleichzeitig sagt auch jeder über ihn, dass er kein Alkoholiker war. Denn er konnte jederzeit mit dem Trinken aufhören, wenn es um einen Film ging. Dass er danach wieder anfing und so lange weitertrank bis der nächste Film kam, hat niemand gestört. Offensichtlich wollte sein Umfeld das glauben, oder zumindest wollte ihm niemand sagen, dass es anders war. Vielmehr sagten alle, was für ein netter Mensch er war, welche Späße er gemacht hat und wie gut er sich um seine Freunde gekümmert hat. Allerdings nur, bis er den Drink zu viel hatte, dann wurde er zu einem anderen, sehr unangenehmen Menschen.
So war es kein Wunder, dass es irgendwann nicht mehr gutgehen konnte mit Alkohol und Karriere. Aber vielleicht war das Wunder auch, dass es realiv lange gutgehen konnte. Aber irgendwann war der Drink zu viel der, den er in der Öffentlichkeit getrunken hat. Oliver Reed kam betrunken zu Interviews, auch zu Talkshows. Einmal wurde er sogar von den Gästen einer Talkshow aus dem Studio gebeten. Dass er trotzdem sein Leben nicht geändert hat, konnte ich nicht verstehen. War es Arroganz, weil der dachte immer noch ein so großer Star zu sein dass ihm ein weiterer Skandal nichts ausmachen würde? Oder konnte bzw. wollte er sich nicht mehr ändern? Diese Frage wurde nicht beantwortet.
Oliver Reeds Leben war sicherlich interessant, seine Biografie ist es nur bedingt. Der Anfang und besonders das Ende waren sehr warmherzig geschrieben. Dazwischen standen viele, nicht wirklich gut erzählte Episoden aus dem Leben eines Mannes, der sich oft arrogant und selten so liebenswürdig benommen hat, wie man ihn beschrieben hat. Schade, ich hätte ihm eine bessere Biografie gegönnt.
So, there's a guy in a pub and he's banging on about his drunken exploits and - you know - the first one is pretty funny. Then he carries on. The second tale, like the first, is really crazy and funny. Then he reels off another. Then another. Still crazy but the effect it diminishing. Then he goes on. And on. And that is the issue I have with this book; the repetition of the drunken anecdotes about Oliver Reed become as tiresome as a pub bore. However, if it's a greatest hits of Reed's inebriated hi-jinks that you want to read about then there will be much to enjoy here. Also, by the time you've read one actor/director after another commenting on his professionalism, hitting his marks, not being drunk on set and turning in a great performance then you might come to the sad conclusion that Reed was probably a functioning alcoholic. The book is reasonably well written. The best parts are on his childhood and life before Reed became an actor. Also, his death is sensitively conveyed. I just wish Sellers had spent more time on his films. For example he suggests that The Brood is one of Reed's most important films then goes on to only write a single page on it. There are no excerpts from contemporary film reviews that might have given some indication of his critical ascension. I suppose this would have got in the way of another boozy yarn and might have entailed getting down to a bit of serious secondary research. Finally, I know that opinions aren't facts but Sellers' suggestion - when writing about the film Tommy - that Pete Townshend was 'the John Lennon of The Who' really did need some comment from his editor. With 18000 characters left I could demolish that barely considered throwaway line. Contact me if you'd like to read it some time.
Robert Sellers excels yet again as biographer to the flawed geniuses of yesteryear. The topic this time is Oliver Reed a man who lived to excess, was married, had children and was a multi-millionaire several times over, but some of the 9-5 minimum wagers like myself will all suggest he threw his life and talent away. Well, I personally think he did what he wanted to do, lived his life on his terms and had many friends for company. Fair play!
Sellers tells us of the upbringing of Reed with a mother he hated and had no relationship with to a father who seems incapable of loving his son. Not ideal. As he progresses through his cinematic career, there are highlights but a lot of budget mediocre movies in there too. All the while Oliver Reed was still a "name" for movie financial backers to cling to. For a man renowned for being an alcoholic, the truth seems far from this. A man who could go without drink on a whim for months, a man who never drank alone and was only ever drinking in a social arena.
Reed was a truly interesting character undeniably flawed, but never boring and always a gentleman (when sober). Enjoyed the book; as I have done with Sellers previous works.
This is quite simply an outstanding account of the late, great ‘Oli.’
Be it in his best time or his worst, his life in front of the camera and at home is laid out for us all.
There is so much in this book to entertain, it really is a gem.
It demonstrates the portrait of an enigmatic man shrouded in contradiction. A man who is capable of such a wide range of different moods and impulsive actions.
There are so many emotions stirred by this book which really does well to make you appreciate just how impossibly difficult he must have been to read for all of those close to him.
There are moments that will make you cringe, uncomfortable with Oli at his worst, but then other moments that will make you laugh out loud and smile at his warmth and generosity.
Ultimately he is a tragic figure who had his career cut short just as it seemed that he was about to rally.
By the end you will have some understanding of what made him tick and why with key components offered from all of those close to him.
By then it’s hard - despite all of his flaws and eccentricities - not to have taken him in a little and wanted to revisit all of his classics.
They sure don't make them like Ollie anymore more's the pity. One of the greatest actors of his generation with more facets to his personality than a well cut diamond. A warm kind generous human being one day and a raging bully the next when his demons got the better of him. I loved Oliver Reid before I read this book and I love him even more now., yes he was a hell raiser, a loose cannon, but he was interesting, colourful and real unlike today's plastic sanitised so called stars. This book takes you on the roller coaster ride of the life of the one and only Mr Oliver Reid warts and all, it had me laughing one minute and gasping with shock at his antics the next. Gone but never forgotten...RIP you crazy diamond x
This is a beautifully written book and unexpectedly a real page turner.
Oliver Reed was undoubtedly a one off. He was a magnificent actor and as this book tells one, at heart a lovely man. I did find the relating of all his drinking and unpleasant consequent appalling stupid and violent behaviour very hard to take Despite his mesmeric good looks and fabulous eyes, he must have been a difficult character to get on with but once his friend always his friend. It is so sad that he could have achieved so much more. Nevertheless I heartily recommend this book.
Robert Sellers had a difficult task when he undertook to write the life of Oliver Reed. He succeeds admirably in completing the task. A lot of the facts presented were already available in the public domain. The drunkenness, the showing off, the silly buggery and, above all, the talent. The author brings to light other facets of Reed’s life. The generosity, his love of things rural and his kindness to animals and loyalty to his friends. This book is a good read. It left me with a feeling of loss. The loss of a great talent which need not have been extinguished as it was. I recommend it.
Oliver Reed was perhaps the last hellraiser of his generation. Immensely talented, his early start in horror films and smaller roles led to deserved stardom. But as his fame grew so, apparently, did his need for dangerous stunts and outrageous behavior. This book follows his life with accuracy, reminiscences both good and bad from friends, family, and coworkers. It makes me want to watch some of his better movies to appreciate his talent. If he'd only taken better care of himself, an incredible third act might have followed.
A brilliant book we'll written by a master biographer.what a life Oliver Reed was an English legend film actor, a larger than life character, I don't think you can get a life so vivid full of incidents a true colossus of an English man. Oliver had so much presence on screen he could dwarf anyone else. Sadly missed a master of his art and such lovable mischievous man that had an unpredictable sense of humour.
A bit sad actually I grew up watching Oliver and the film Oliver! is a firm favourite but such a complex life. He truly had some severe self doubt and insecurities but he did treat those that loved him badly. Did he know what he was doing with his drinking and self destruct button…yes I think he did. And I do wonder what Jaws would have been like if he had taken the role of Quint. Not a waste of a life rather a life well lived ..for him.
I'm having to abandon this book. This doesn't happen very often - previous abandoned include Harry Potter, Jo Nesbo - mostly because I've found it quite dry. I'm aware that Oliver had a pretty rollercoaster ride of life but I felt that this just seemed to focus on the negatives in too much detail and only briefly on the positives. Maybe I'll try it again another time...
Excellent book about Mr Reed, that unique, lovable, gentleman rascal. He was a walking contradiction—impeccable manners when sober and boorishness when drunk. He was a versatile actor, though, who really didn’t realize his full potential. He was devilishly mesmerizing when he was younger…black hair and blue eyes …and an attitude that took no prisoners. Interesting man.
Being a lifelong Oliver Reed fan, I thoroughly enjoyed this book. It’s one of the most comprehensive biographies I’ve read about him. I think all of the quotes from the people who knew him give a more three dimensional perspective on who he was and what he meant to those who knew him. Highly recommend this!
A wonderful memoir to a fabulous actor, but also an absolute hellraiser on the drink in the early days of British film. often funny in places, never boring and a great insight to how Reed operated. recommended.
Thought this book was fantastic what a guy he must have been I wish I could have met him I did visit the pub in Malta the year after Oliver died and maybe someday I will visit his resting place
Have always been fascinated by this actor. He portrayed a gruff exterior that was masking a gentle childlike innocence. Very well written, and definitely helped me learn so much of this late film great. Loved him in Gladiator. RIP Ollie!!