What I found was a memoir from an egotistical, self-indulgent woman who lacks humility and the capacity for self-analysis. I'd always heard I needed to read this book - it was a 'must read' for anyone in The Industry in Hollywood. Julia Phillips died on January 1, 2002, at the age of 57, but her book will stand as one of the classic exposes of La-La-Land in all its excesses and iniquities. By the late 1980s, she was ready to burn bridges and name names, and the result was this coruscating memoir of her career. But while these predilections were tolerated and even encouraged among 'the boys', Phillips found herself gradually ostracized. She had a talent for deal-making, hard-balling and wise-cracking, and a considerable appetite for drink, drugs, and sex.
Phillips blazed a trail as one of the very few females to break into the upper echelons of a notoriously chauvinistic industry.īut for all her success, Phillips remained an outsider in the all-male Hollywood club. She went on to work with two of the hottest young directorial talents of the era: Martin Scorsese ( Taxi Driver) and Steven Spielberg ( Close Encounters of the Third Kind). Julia Phillips became a Hollywood player in the freewheeling 1970s, the first woman to win the Best Picture Oscar as co-producer of The Sting.
0 kommentar(er)
