I should have loved this book. Kevin Smith is intelligent, personable, and creative. This book went nowhere for me. The first 100 pages were just there. They contained complaining and dissatisfaction about his movies not being as successful as he wanted them to be. The next 50 pages were very interesting about the filming and financing of his movie Red State. The next 50 pages covered his being removed from a Southwest flight, and the final 50 were an ode to his wife and George Carlin.

I wish the final 150 pages made the book worth raving about. They don't. The 50 about Red State are the only ones I found really good. Otherwise the book is a tale of swearing and vulgarity in an effort solely to swear and be vulgar. Seriously, who needs to know about the first time he had sex with his wife (in detail)? Any takers? Didn't think so.

On a final note, I understand the "joke about my being overweight" style of humor, but it really comes across as Smith being sad about his weight, and hiding behind the humor.