I, too, might blame Dennis Hopper had my father taken one look at Easy Rider, quit his job, bought a motorcycle, and abandoned society for a communal lifestyle. Had the money drained away and, with it, any hope I had for stability, support, or the occasional piece of pragmatic advice. Of course, I don't imagine I would ever have reached the karmic nexus point in my later travels that might permit me to present my case to Mr. Hopper himself - and have him scuff the dust a bit as he issued me a sheepish apology. Such wonders are probably reserved for those who are related to other legendary actors like, say, Melvyn Douglas, who happens to be one's grandfather. The rest of us, sadly, will never get the chance to hold Hollywood so assertively accountable.
In what is less a memoir than a selection of clever autobiographical vignettes, Illeana Douglas charts the course of her dream to become an actress. Or a director. No, an actress. Wait...okay, yeah, well, sort of both. From her earliest days as a greeter in the dubious Camelot Dinner Theatre (where careers went to die), through the rollicking stage of first auditions and a serendipitous encounter with Martin Scorsese (who would become her significant other for a number of years), Ms. Douglas details her journey from the perspective of an ardent cinephile; a spirit authentically enamored with the art of film and the slapstick realities of movie-making. It will come as no surprise to find that, after roles in Goodfellas, Cape Fear, To Die For and Alive, she took a stint hosting on Turner Classic Movies - nothing short of immersion in the passion she holds so dear.
Here's a lovely little jaunt backstage for those who appreciate the greasepaint. Funny. Poignant. Light. Perfect for casual reading.