Top critical review
It's not bad, but then again it's not great, either.
20 January 2019
Eric Idle has always been the least favourite of the Monty Python team and this book kind of reinforces my opinion of him. Upon reading it you get the impression of someone who just loves name dropping all the other celebrities he has worked with and whom love the Pythons. He's never happy unless he's swanning around with Hollywood 'A' listers and famous rock stars and you can't help but get the impression that he has absolutely no time for the people that made him rich and famous: i.e. nobodies like us. He even tells about when he goes skulking off to live in California just because one of his films got a panning by the critics in the mid 90s, but what would you expect from someone who wrote The Rutles (which I love, by the way) and yet still won't pay royalties to Neil Innes for writing the songs or even acknowledge that he wrote them at all.