If you love Judd Apatow you'll probably think this mindless self-praising coffee table book is the greatest read ever. But for the rest of us that yawn at his crude and clueless attempts at being funny in movies and on TV, the book ends up being just like most of his other creative works--flashy, shallow, and meaningless to anyone other than those in the creator's self-serving orbit.
At 575 pages he seems to have stuffed every photo and review of his career into this oversized scrapbook. He even includes pictures of tweets where famous people praise him! It's not a true memoir because there is very little narrative commentary beyond an occasional oversized page to ponder his greatest on a project. This is navel-gazing to the max, which fits right in with the woke hip modernist daughters he is trying to impress.
The thousands of pictures are overwhelming because few of them are accompanied by explanations, so we have no idea when they're taken, the people in them, or how they tie into the chronological portrait of his life. Then there's no index, so you have to guess where to find people and works you're interested in. Whoever thought it was a good idea to just jam tons of pics without explanation then toss in a generic one-page "thank you" at the end of the book to barely acknowledge those who let him use photos was mistaken because he failed to give image creators and owners of proper credit. Ironic for a guy who uses the book to complain he doesn't get enough screen recognition for projects he helped revise scripts on.
All of this means that Apatow has one of the biggest egos in the history of the entertainment industry. He thinks EVERYTHING he does is great. There's no discernment of the large amount of crap he has produced, nor the negative impact his comfort with immorality has had on the industry or country.
Then there are the eye-rolling pages that the hypocrite devotes to being influenced by Buddhism. The author even includes a "5 Minute Buddhist" page to help inspire us with The Noble Path ("Right Speech, Right Action," etc.), "Ethical Conduct," and "Not to Destroy Life, Steal, Commit Adultery, Lie or Drink Alcohol." Seriously? Has he not watched his own films and TV shows that are filled with all those things that Apatow appears to be promoting as totally okay in society?
He even tries to claim some of his works are "spiritual." I'm sure you're wondering what would qualify for that--Bridesmaids? Anchorman? Girls? 40-Year-Old Virgin? He produced the Pete Holmes sitcom where a former Christian home-schooled married man catches his wife in bed with another guy and starts to become a crass standup that bedhops around New York City. You know--the one with full-frontal male nudity in the pilot and the star slowly losing his faith to become like every other heathen comedian. Wow, inspiringly spiritual, right?
The author even includes a few totally unnecessary swipes at conservatives ("Republicans want to create laws to make it harder to vote") and especially Donald Trump (Judd wrote anti-Trump jokes for Obama). I guess the idea of morality and enforcing laws in order to make the country safer for everyone is something Apatow objects to.
But this also made me realize he's a lot more like Trump than he'd want to admit. Both love to take credit for things others came up with, self-promote beyond reason, and use wife or daughters in a creepy sexualized way. Judd's dedication to his family would normally be admirable, but he fails to go beyond them being an extension of his ego-boosting to promote moral family messages in his works.
This book makes me long for the good old days where people were truly funny and had a sense of propriety instead of this modern envelope-pushing where blue language and dangling penises are thought to be the height of humor. It's ironic that Apatow mentions Jerry Seinfeld inspiring him because the two comedians could not be farther from each other in content. And it's hard to take Apatow seriously when he thinks one of the funniest recent things he has produced is the horrible Bros movie with Billy Eichner.
Having so many self-praising myopic pages prove this guy is at least half of a "comedy nerd"--it's just the humorous part that's he is missing.