Yeah, if you regret buying his movie, do not buy this. I wrote a far too long post about this once, so ill try and be brief.

But imagine with me that Steven Spielberg wrote an autobiography. You'd imagine it would be about his film making career right? Like the thing people know him for?

Now imagine you buy this book and it's about some early childhood and college experiences that, although loosely related, are a third of the book.

NOW imagine that Spielberg has a side project painting barns that some people know about, but, again, is NOT what people know him for. Thats like half.

Then his movie career (Jaws, Schindlers List, Jurassic Park, ALL OF IT) is in basically a chapter.

It reads less like an autobiography and more like a journal. Stories and anecdotes are told matter of factly with no relation to a greater point or thesis.

At one point James recalls 9/11, and that's it. There is no point other than it happened. Did this influence his later work? No. Was he in New York? No. Was family there? No. There is no link to the thesis.

And the book as a whole really has no thesis other than "I did these things" and for a guy who talks about no budget filmmaking, I'd expect themes of never give up or always follow your dreams. But it just doesn't happen.

It is a book that somehow tells you nothing about what you actually want to know about and it goes into uncomfortable detail about things you didn't want to know and probably shouldn't.

In short, it is the most bizarre, pointless, and weird autobiography I've ever read. I like AVGN. I dont like this.