Clare

I'm interested in any book in any form that explores one's relationship to film (see: love for Philip Lopate, Jonathan Rosenbaum, James Naremore, etc.). This memoir was just okay (many funny parts though), but I enjoyed it quite a bit and here, he says exactly how I've come to feel... Movies aren't, actually, EVERYTHING. “Movies–the truly great ones (and sometimes the truly bad)–should be a drop in the overall fuel formula for your life. A fuel that should include sex and love and food and movement and friendships and your own work. All of it, feeding the engine. But the engine of your should be be your life.”

I'd like to give this 3.5 stars - it started out really strong, fast-paced, suspenseful, a page-turner, but fizzled out toward the end. I would have liked to know more about Justin's experience, and found the brother's romantic relationship to be an unnecessary addition. Good book, though, that I was glad to read because it made me enthralled in a book again, after spending a couple of months slogging through a book I couldn't get into and ultimately set aside.