I tried to read this book with an open mind, but in the end, ended up just about despising the author. In his zeal to portray himself as a player on the Hollywood scene, Joe Eszterhas instead reminded this reader that sleazeballs just aren't all that amusing.
In addition, this book IS MORE THAN 700 PAGES LONG. It should have been HALF that. I guess, though, that if you're the screenwriter who wrote "Basic Instinct," plus a lot of other films that altogether have grossed about a billion bucks (that's not an exaggeration), then you get to do pretty much whatever you want to do when you write your memoir. Eszterhas, for this project, desperately needed an editor to tell him when too much was getting to be ... well, too much.
Perhaps I was expecting too much. This is the guy, after all, who wrote "Showgirls," quite possibly one of the five worst films I've ever seen.
Since this volume was published, Eszterhas also has written "Crossbearer," a memoir about his return to faith. That book has gotten far better reviews than this one, so perhaps I should try it, and see if the author's rediscovered religiosity has made him a more sympathetic subject.
As for "Hollywood Animal": Don't bother. I'm no moralist, but this book truly is repulsive.