People either love Tom Green or hate him. Regardless of your feelings on the man, you can’t deny the influence he’s had on our culture: Tom Green was the precursor to Jackass and the entire Youtube generation. He was doing stunt videos, street pranks, and homemade gross-out gags before everyone and their kids were uploading them to Youtube. Who knows if we would even have had 2 Girls 1 Cup without Green? Few celebrities have had such an interesting and volatile career path; Green went from the host of a cheap show Canadian community-television to one of the biggest celebrities in North America (with a #1 song, hosting gigs on SNL and a massively successful show) to box-office poison and finally obscurity. Ten years ago he was the biggest TV-star, a cultural sensation ushering in a completely unseen form of comedy; today, he’s all but forgotten, rarely even mentioned in reference.
You either love him or hate him, and I bounce between the two. I found his show aggressively stupid in a bad way, but Freddy Got Fingered, for its insanity and relentless nastiness, holds a special place in my heart. Hollywood Causes Cancer bumped me a bit further towards the “love” side of the Green dichotomy. The most surprising element about Green’s autobiography is that he doesn’t come across like a psycho, jackass or annoying moron; rather, Green reveals a different side of himself, that of a somewhat-naive, but well-intentioned man, with a lot of insecurities and emotions hiding beneath his masquerade of juvenility. Up until he was 27, Green was an unsuccessful loser living in his parent’s basement. This all changed after a TV deal with MTV, in which he shot to sudden stardom, before being hit by a quadruple-whammy of overwhelming fame, testicular cancer, divorce and one of the biggest box-office bombs of the decade.
It’s a really interesting rags to riches story and while Green isn’t as funny on paper as he is on screen, he comes across as a likable, grounded individual. He never seems to have forgotten his roots or to have let Hollywood go to his head; he hangs around with the same friends from college, supports his parents back home, and keeps his distance from the elite celebrity cliques, which he largely sees as self-absorbed, cynical and contemptuous of ordinary people. It’s this “fish-out-of-water” theme that really makes Hollywood Causes Cancer an intriguing read; Green was just a kid who wanted to goof around, never really suited for or comfortable with the Hollywood elite and business-oriented bigwigs.
Hollywood Causes Cancer is a breezy read and while there’s nothing incredibly noteworthy about it, it should satisfy anyone interested in Green’s interesting early life and rise-to-fame. I just wish a little more detail and effort was put in. At one point, Green, when talking about acting in Superstar with Will Ferrell, repeatedly refers to acting in “Super Star” with Will “Farrell”. Expect similarly sloppy writing to permeate much of the book.