Zusatztext Completely entertaining. Cryer addresses Charlie Sheen's fall from grace to the reader's satisfaction! but the real gems are the insightful! self-deprecating tales from Cryer's own career! from Pretty in Pink to Two and a Half Men 's twelve-year-run. GQ A wry! self-deprecating and funny memoir that covers [Cryer's] thirty-five-year career. The Hollywood Reporter Informationen zum Autor Jon Cryer Klappentext THE NEW YORK TIMES BESTSELLER The Emmy-winning star of Two and a Half Men opens up in this warmly endearing and frankly funny memoir about life in Hollywood. If it can happen in show business, it's happened to Jon Cryer. Now he's opening up and sharing his behind-the-scenes stories in a warmly endearing, sharply observed, and frankly funny look at life in Hollywood. In 1986, Jon Cryer won over America as Molly Ringwald's loyal and lovable best friend, Duckie, in Pretty in Pink a role that set the tone for his three-decades-long career in Hollywood. He went on to establish himself as one of the most talented comedic actors in the business, ultimately culminating in his award-winning turn as Alan Harper on the massively popular sitcom Two and a Half Men . Now Cryer charts his extraordinary journey, illuminating his many triumphs and some missteps along the way. Filled with exclusive behind-the-scenes anecdotes and his experiences with some of the biggest and most provocative names in the business, including Charlie Sheen, John Hughes, Molly Ringwald, Demi Moore, and Christopher Reeve, Cryer offers his own endearing perspective on Hollywood, the business at large, and the art of acting. This revealing, humorous, and introspective memoir is a front-row seat to Jon's life and experiences in showbiz over the past thirty years. Leseprobe A Note on the Use of Profanity When I started this book I truly believed that I did not curse very much. That I added a dash of salty language to a slab of comedic irony only when it was urgently necessary. For flavor. But the process of writing it has brought me to the realization that what I tend to offer up is actually a sodium-packed canned ham of expletives of dubious necessity. For that I'm desperately sorry. I've endeavored to reduce their use wherever possible, but I'm afraid many remain. If you purchased this book hoping it'd be appropriate to read for your Family Showbiz Bio Reading Night, I suggest you take this moment to reconsider. Prologue Goddammit. Cut, cut, cut ! The director yanks off his headphones and wearily barks, I'm pretty sure doves don't shit sideways! Am I right? Anybody?! The special-effects guy (Allen, I think) is at a loss for words. Really, how does one respond to that question? The cast, dressed in tasteless formal wear for a mideighties suburban American wedding, break character and start to mill about restlessly. There is a moment of tense silence while some of us consider a reply to the director's odd dove query. But fortunately, our fearless leader breaks the tension by answering himself. That's what I thought. We are shooting outside a wedding chapel in Phoenix, Arizona, during the summer of 1983, and it's incredibly, unbearably, fucktastically hot. My white polyester tux is sodden with sweat and adhering to every contour of my body. The reason Bob, our director, is asking about the physics of bird ejecta is because in this particular shot, the animal wranglers were supposed to release some doves, and when those doves flew over the wedding party, they were supposed to shit on us as we exited the chapel. Sadly, the actual doves, ignorant of their cue, indifferent to the wishes of the director, as well as unconcerned about their chance at screen stardom, did not cooperate and empty their bowels ...

ldquo;Completely entertaining. Cryer addresses Charlie Sheen’s fall from grace to the reader’s satisfaction, but the real gems are the insightful, self-deprecating tales from Cryer’s own career, from Pretty in Pink to Two and a Half Men’s twelve-year-run.”—GQ
 
“A wry, self-deprecating and funny memoir that covers [Cryer’s] thirty-five-year career.”—The Hollywood Reporter

Autorentext

Jon Cryer

Klappentext

*THE NEW YORK TIMES* BESTSELLER

The Emmy-winning star of Two and a Half Men opens up in this warmly endearing and frankly funny memoir about life in Hollywood. *If it can happen in show business, it’s happened to Jon Cryer. Now he’s opening up and sharing his behind-the-scenes stories in a warmly endearing, sharply observed, and frankly funny look at life in Hollywood.
 
In 1986, Jon Cryer won over America as Molly Ringwald’s loyal and lovable best friend, Duckie, in Pretty in Pink—a role that set the tone for his three-decades-long career in Hollywood. He went on to establish himself as one of the most talented comedic actors in the business, ultimately culminating in his award-winning turn as Alan Harper on the massively popular sitcom Two and a Half Men*.
 
Now Cryer charts his extraordinary journey, illuminating his many triumphs and some missteps along the way. Filled with exclusive behind-the-scenes anecdotes and his experiences with some of the biggest and most provocative names in the business, including Charlie Sheen, John Hughes, Molly Ringwald, Demi Moore, and Christopher Reeve, Cryer offers his own endearing perspective on Hollywood, the business at large, and the art of acting.
 
This revealing, humorous, and introspective memoir is a front-row seat to Jon’s life and experiences in showbiz over the past thirty years.

Leseprobe

A Note on the Use of Profanity

When I started this book I truly believed that I did not curse very much. That I added a dash of salty language to a slab of comedic irony only when it was urgently necessary. For flavor. But the process of writing it has brought me to the realization that what I tend to offer up is actually a sodium-packed canned ham of expletives of dubious necessity. For that I’m desperately sorry. I’ve endeavored to reduce their use wherever possible, but I’m afraid many remain. If you purchased this book hoping it’d be appropriate to read for your “Family Showbiz Bio Reading Night,” I suggest you take this moment to reconsider.

Prologue

“Goddammit.”

“Cut, cut, cut!”

The director yanks off his headphones and wearily barks, “I’m pretty sure doves don’t shit sideways! Am I right? Anybody?!”

The special-effects guy (Allen, I think) is at a loss for words. Really, how does one respond to that question? The cast, dressed in tasteless formal wear for a mideighties suburban American wedding, break character and start to mill about restlessly.

There is a moment of tense silence while some of us consider a reply to the director’s odd dove query. But fortunately, our fearless leader breaks the tension by answering himself. “That’s what I thought.”

We are shooting outside a wedding chapel in Phoenix, Arizona, during the summer of 1983, and it’s incredibly, unbearably, fucktastically hot. My white polyester tux is sodden with sweat and adhering to every contour of my body. The reason Bob, our director, is asking about the physics of bird ejecta is because in this particular shot, the animal wranglers were supposed to release some doves, and when those doves flew over the wedding party, they were supposed to shit on us as we exited the chapel. Sadly, the actual doves, ignorant of their cue, indifferent to the wishes of the director, as well as unconcerned about their chance at screen stardom, did not cooperate and empty their bowels upon us.

So the special effects guy (ninety-five percent sure it’s Allen), ever resourceful, had jury-rigged an elaborate backup system of pressurized containe…