I'm whispering because I don't want Bruce Campbell to hear this.
Especially since we're best friends now after he retweeted my previous blog entry. (Allow me my delusions.)
I wish I had loved: Make Love!* *the Bruce Campbell Way.
But I didn't.
It's all had such promise. Bruce Campbell on the cover dressed as he was in that awesome Old Spice commercial (see below). A comedy novel by the King of the B-list about a B-list actor trying to get off of the B-list. I loved If Chins Could Kill. I liked Man with the Screaming Brain. I love Bruce Campbell. What could go wrong?
The thing about Make Love!* *the Bruce Campbell way is that while it is fictionalized, real people's names are used: Renee Zellweger, Richard Gere, Mike Nichols, Christopher Plummer. Bruce Campbell is "himself" (one prays the real Bruce acts nothing like this). I suppose the idea was that they're celebrities, so how do we really know if they're acting out of character right?
Well, we know they're acting out of character because no one on God's green earth talks are behaves the way that this book portrays.
I know that, as I read the book, I was supposed to shut off my brain and enjoy the zaniness. I couldn't. I knew too much that what I was reading was completely contrived and unfunny. In fact, it made me cringe. Have ever wanted to see Bruce Campbell -not a character, but the man himself- doing things so moronic that it made you embarrassed for him? Me neither.
Someone on Amazon said it's like he wrote a fan-fic of himself and I have to agree.
I still love Bruce Campbell but when it comes to his fiction novels...his films and autobiography are very entertaining. Leave this one lie.