Robert Evans' story is the stuff of fantasy. A failed actor who took Tinseltown as a producer and lived the life of a privileged playboy . . . only to be undone by drugs, one had flop and even a murder accusation. Stars rise and fall all the time in this town, but Evans' heights and depths are extremes. He's seen and done it all.
All throughout "The Kid Stays In The Picture", I couldn't shake the feeling that parts were missing, and these probably aren't all that flattering. But on its own, this is a well-produced film and Evans, reading his words, puts the right emotion into it. When he's self-chastising ("How could I have been so f--king *dumb*?") he sells it. And this goes a long way; it's all delivered in that weary voice.
Bottom line, this is a worthwhile look at a wild life, and it's mad me curious enough to seek out other sources and fill in the rest of the picture.
7/10
All throughout "The Kid Stays In The Picture", I couldn't shake the feeling that parts were missing, and these probably aren't all that flattering. But on its own, this is a well-produced film and Evans, reading his words, puts the right emotion into it. When he's self-chastising ("How could I have been so f--king *dumb*?") he sells it. And this goes a long way; it's all delivered in that weary voice.
Bottom line, this is a worthwhile look at a wild life, and it's mad me curious enough to seek out other sources and fill in the rest of the picture.
7/10