A review of "It's Only a Movie"
by Mark Kermode
It’s hard to imagine readers who are unfamiliar with Mark Kermode taking a shine to this bitty, slightly esoteric, ramshackle memoir lite. And yet these are the same anecdotes, opinions, pet peeves, and war stories Kermode has been sharing for years to any and all of those who count themselves among his radio listeners (or Simon Mayo’s radio listeners, and hence his by association), so what use will it be to them?
All the same, speaking as one of those devotees (via the podcast), this book, despite its horribly clichéd title, was a pleasurably diverting read, if only because it fleshed out some of the more nebulous details of Kermode’s yarns, such as the day when Werner Herzog’s was shot by “not a significant bullet” and the disastrous Dark Water press junket. Kermode recounts key moments of his life with the same honesty with which he approaches reviewing, but disappointingly, cinema is almost a tangential side-story throughout, and the critic-cum-autobiographer’s prose style starts to grate when read in long stretches. Which is another thing that won’t come as a surprise to any of his listeners.