Surprisingly, for an autobiography, the majority of the book deals with working on TV and films and not about his views or his family. And for an actor who will be forever linked to one murderous character, there is no introspection into what it should mean to have his interpretation of a horrific creature turned into a pop culture icon (and even into childrens' toys).
In only a few, fleeting passages does Mr. Englund delve into the visionary process of filmmaking and the inner language of a theatrical presentation. My guess is that he believes those books have already been written, and he would be right.
The guy is so positive and such a fanboy himself, it's hard to knock him.
Although he can claim to have worked with some legends of the industry, he usually ended up working on their worst projects....ever.
When all is said and done, there is a lot of name dropping, not a lot of good writing, and it still somehow comes out okay.
In only a few, fleeting passages does Mr. Englund delve into the visionary process of filmmaking and the inner language of a theatrical presentation. My guess is that he believes those books have already been written, and he would be right.
The guy is so positive and such a fanboy himself, it's hard to knock him.
Although he can claim to have worked with some legends of the industry, he usually ended up working on their worst projects....ever.
When all is said and done, there is a lot of name dropping, not a lot of good writing, and it still somehow comes out okay.
