Tony Curtis was never one of my favorites, but the Golden Boy of the Golden Age had a life story that I wanted to read. He truly lived life, regardless of whether we agree with it or not. He started with a multitude of swashbuckling screen roles before expanding into some classics. He always had charm and that trait also comes across in his memoir.

I just couldn't get past his constant whining about not being taken seriously as an act-or. Good grief. Get over it. Cary Grant, Oliver Reed, Richard Burton, and Peter O'Toole never won Oscars, so Curtis's belief that he ranked with the best was a bit too much. He is certainly honest, though, even titling one of his chapters, "Cocaine". Now, that's why we buy celebrity autobiographies.


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