Rating: R for language and mature themes
Run Time: 1 hour, 33 minutes
Cheesy B-movies have nothing on this lounge-lizardesque, documentary classic that chronicles the life of uber-Hollywood producer and legendary womanizer Robert Evans.
Evans is a La-La-Land success story, the mercurial rise-and-fall kid. Bristling with moxie, Evan’s brash ego took him from the New York-based Evan-Picone ladies’ slacks showroom to poolside at the Beverly Hills Hotel, where he was “discovered” by fading star Norma Shearer. From a role as Shearer’s ex-husband Irving Thalberg in “Man of A Thousand Faces” to co-starring in Hemingway’s “The Sun Also Rises”, the “New Valentino” tired of life as a lower-echelon actor (“half-assed”, in his own words) and moved to the other side of the camera into producing. His goal? To be the next Darryl F. Zanuck, movie mogul and then head of 20th Century Fox Studios.
Evans’ motto was simple: live by the press and die by the press. And live he did, high-profile style, by producing some of the most influential films of the late 60s and early 70s (“Rosemary’s Baby”, “The Godfather”, “Harold and Maude”, “Chinatown”, etc.), coaxing Paramount Pictures out of the red and into the black, and subsequently marrying his maddeningly Zen “Love Story” starlet, Ali McGraw. The premieres, the wheels, a dame on each arm – lady luck was riding shotgun on Evans’ trip to the top of the mountain. But what goes up ultimately comes down.
was spectacular. A series of ghastly movie flops (“Jade”, “Sliver”, “The Two
Jakes”), five marriages ending in divorce, and a permanent broken heart from
watching McGraw run off with her “Getaway” co-star Steve McQueen humbled this
Hollywood high-roller. Severe cocaine addiction and a tangential role in a
This is a
delightfully voyeuristic film experience, based on Evans’ 1994 memoirs of the
same name. It’s Evans on Evans, as the
smooth talker with the trademark oversized specs and perpetual tan narrates his
way through his own story with glib amusement. Clandestine tours of Evans’