I actually got this book for my mother because she loves
Simon Pegg. A lot. I think she has seen Hot Fuzz more than I
have, which is odd considering that this is the woman who wouldn’t let me watch
the Simpsons because she thought it was too violent. Anyway, after she tore through all of his
movies, available TV shows, and assorted commentaries, I figured that the only
thing left was his autobiography. Of
course I had to read it after she was done…
Pegg doesn’t really want to talk about his personal
life. Anytime that he gets a personal
question, he tends to deflect it. So unlike
most autobiographies, there isn’t really much in the book that I would count as
over-sharing. He sticks mostly with his life
in terms of his childhood and creative influences. He also puts intersperses a short story about
the superspy version of himself and his much smarter robotic butler. Apparently some people didn’t like this, but
I thought it was pretty funny and seemed about right for him.
I enjoyed this overall; it was funny and relaxed. My favorite part has to be his chapter about
the disappointment he felt with the Star Wars prequels. Even though I have never been a huge Star
Wars fan, it has been an unintentionally large influence on my life (I have
very geeky parents) and I remember the frustration I felt with the
prequels. I am still frustrated to be
honest, and Pegg’s little scenario at the book’s appendix to explain some of
the stupider decisions made by the characters honestly entertained me more than
the last three movies combined. I hope
that in the future Pegg choses to write another book, I’m sure it would be
entertaining.
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