this book. After all, along with Driving Miss Daisy and Tender Mercies, this is the bloke who directed the Barry McKenzie movies, The Club and Double Jeopardy. He's hardly all highbrow and mighty. To say this this is a memoir is very misleading. It's really a compilation of bland diary entries from Beresford during the period before he directed The Contract with John Cusak and Morgan Freeman. The book swings from a laundry list of industry names that you wouldn't recognize unless you worked in the industry to condescending explanations that anyone who picked up this to read would be offended by. Who doesn't know Oscar voters get free dvds to watch? The truth is very few actors or other name directors are mentioned. There's no juicy stories other than this actor passed on a role, this actor can't make up his mind, this actor wants script changes. If you are looking for a tell-all, like I've seen this book described, don't bother. Also, don't bother if you aren't Australian or are familiar with Aussie film and culture. There are countless tv, film, theater, and celebrity references that the majority of Americans just won't get. Yes you can read past them but what's the point if you miss the touchstones. Alot of the book is Beresford's opinions on films and theater he saw during this period. If I learned anything from the diary it's that if Beresford hated a film, I at least liked it if not loved it, and