If Chins Could Kill

I was initially a little letdown that this book wasn't lingering on Bruce Campbell's time making The Evil Dead and its sequels enough. I just assumed it would be a deep dive on that experience specifically, more akin to Gunnar Hansen's excellent book on the making of The Texas Chain Saw Massacre, and it isn't that at all. He covers it plenty, don't get me wrong! I just expected more. And that irked me a little at first, but the more I read of this the more I warmed to the traditional, surface level autobiography approach he went with, because he's definitely an actor who has seen and done enough to justify broadening the scope.

My main takeaway from reading this book was that Campbell comes across as a really personable, humble guy; the whole book seems to be his attempt to illustrate that actors aren't Gods and that most of them are just working stiffs getting by like most people. It was a really endearing read and he's lowkey pretty good at this writing thing! I'll probably end up checking out his other memoirs.