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Youll Never Eat Lunch In This Town Again [Paperback]

Julia Phillips
3.6 out of 5 stars  See all reviews (34 customer reviews)

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April 2 2002
Oscar-winning producer Julia Phillips's work on Taxi Driver, Close Encounters of the Third Kind, and The Sting made her famous. This is the memoir that made her infamous-a downfall chronicle of a private hell that could only have been written by someone with nothing left to lose.

"The hottest book of the year." (Newsweek)

"A hell of a story." (San Francisco Chronicle)

"One of the most honest books ever written about one of the most dishonest towns ever created." (Boston Globe)

"Gossip too hot even for the National Enquirer...(If your name's in here, take two Valium and read on)." (Los Angeles Magazine)

"A blistering look at la la land. A biting tale." (USA Today)

"Fuel-injected dishing." (New York Newsday)

"This no-holds-barred autobiography dissects Hollywood...in scathing detail...will no doubt bring Hollywood to its knees." (Mirabella)

"The ultimate Hollywood chronicle...the story of a life at the top." (Anne Rice)

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4.0 out of 5 stars 2nd purchase of this book Aug. 20 2013
Format:Paperback|Verified Purchase
I had this book before and lent it out and wanted to re-read it. The writing style is a little jumpy, like she jumps from her childhood to present day (at the time) but she does talk about the Hollywood mystique. It must have rattled some people when it was originally published. It is interesting for anyone who wants to get the vibe of the stars.
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The book had a major tear inside cover, so I wouldn't describe it as they did. Amazon said to contact them before leaving negative feedback, so I did. But never heard back from them.
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5.0 out of 5 stars Just regular folks ..gone wrong June 27 2004
Format:Paperback
Not all HOllywood high rollers are born cool and ultra-confident. This book documents that fact and proves it, as it walks us through the rise and fall of one of Hollywood's finest. This book gets down to earth and tells the story of a young woman born into a middle class family in NY (where else?!) who rapidly rises to the heights of success and fame in her profession and spirals down, almost as rapidly. Truth is always more intersting than fiction and this book proves it.
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1.0 out of 5 stars incredibly boring May 19 2004
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Format:Paperback
Good alternate titles for this book would be "Look at Me, I'm Self Absorbed" or "Drugs Make You Boring."
If you're old enough to have a mild interest in reading very dull anecdotes about people like Al Pacino and Robert Redford -- and you can find some entertainment value in endless pages of "then I took a Valium, and then I took some cocaine, and then I glimpsed Liza Minelli in the crowd, and then I took half a Valium" interspersed with more endless pages of "my mommy wasn't perfect, poor poor me!" then you might be able to tolerate this book.
Otherwise, I don't recommend it.
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5.0 out of 5 stars No one is spared, not even the butler..... April 1 2004
Format:Paperback
Do you want to know what really goes on behind the scenes? Behind the doors of oversized mansions that house beautiful antiques, Van Gogh masterpieces, and people who want you to love them, but not know them? If you don't mind having your idol's foibles laid bare for the whole world to see. Read this book. Simply put, read this book.
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3.0 out of 5 stars oooo not a new yorker, who cares June 4 2003
Format:Mass Market Paperback
The book was okay for what it was. Not an original idea, personally I would read the sample pages closely to see if her writing style is what you would like read. She definitely is not beating a dead horse like some writers. I will say there is no prize either....
I think it is interesting to read reviews from other people here who happen to be authorities on New York, when they live 1 hour away In New Jersey. What, can't afford Far Hills?
This is a great place to come and air grievances, but please the East Coast/West Coast discrimination is very middle aged. Who really cares about the differences? No one I know. Except people who are athorities on what others are thinking.
Have a great day! :-) Keep smiling!!
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4.0 out of 5 stars Funny, Intelligent, Spastic Jan. 2 2003
Format:Mass Market Paperback
This is a Hollywood tell-all from a woman who keeps calling herself a New Yorker. Uhmmm, no. New Yorker's don't end declaritive sentences with the word, "Babe," as in, "I'll ring you tommorow, Babe. Ciao." That's Hollywood.
The book is interesting. Good insights, interesting subject matter. But I got the impression reading it, she wrote every paragraph on an index card, threw them in the air, stapled them together, then gave them to her publisher as a 'book.'
There's such a thing as flow. Continuity. Most paragraphs in a book generally have something to do with the paragraph preceding and following them. The author seems like the kind of person Ritalin was invented for. I got the feeling she drank 3 pots of coffee before she started typing.
A manic-depressive without the depression. If Bette Midler or Liza Minelli took a lot of crystal meth then wrote a tell all, it would come across like this. A series of asides and name dropping pasted together. But the story is interesting.
I got the book because it was mentioned in "How to lose friends and Alienate people" by Toby Young, which was a very funny book about the magazine publishing world. Also name dropping, short asides, but working as a writer as opposed to producer/promoter, he knows about flow, even if he's also another manic type.
That said, I recommend this book. The author is very intelligent and funny, the subject matter interesting.
It's just that Hollywood types annoy me as superficial speed freaks with no attention span unless they're discussing money.
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In her Oscar acceptance speech for Best Picture, Julia Phillips described herself as a "nice Jewish girl from Great Neck." Well, she got 2/3 of it right. But nice? No way.
This book is one of the greatest acts of literary self-immolation ever published. It's hard not to feel sorry for Phillips at first, suffering as she does from a toxic mother, a workaholic father, insomnia and a Talmudic intellect.
But you get over that feeling in a hurry, as Phillips bullies, maneuvers, sleeps and stomps her way to the top, winning an Oscar for The Sting at the unheard-of age of 29. Her motto: overcompensate; overachieve. If you can't be best, be first.
As she notes, no young person is ever ready for massive success, and her career crashed just as quickly. After being more or less fired from Close Encounters by Steven Speilberg, her life became a broken record of drug abuse, failed relationships, financial problems and closed doors gleefully slammed by those she used and abused on the way up. Through it all she makes it all seem like a big game, but the human wreckage strewn across the landscape will give the reader pause.
It's hard to know whether Phillips' broadsides at anyone and everyone with whom she had contact are simply through spite, or whether we'd all be better off if Hollywood simply disappeared in the next big quake. Phillips claims that she's just being honest, but snide remarks about a crewmember's physical deformity make her seem only nasty.
Hate it as she did, Phillips revelled in the politics, the backstabbing, the lies and shallowness, the feeling of power that came with the title of Producer. She learned fast ("Always negotiate the height and WIDTH of your [on-screen] credit," she advises, after her on-screen credit for The Sting is "willow thin.
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