
I would say, however, that the book itself mostly amounts to the story of a comedian geeking out over film, which makes it an endearing book but not always the most entertaining one. He writes at length about how film has influenced him, but he spends just as much time writing about his start in stand-up comedy and his time as a writer for MadTV and his work as an actor on Kelsey Grammar’s Down Periscope. I think I might have enjoyed it more if I were interested in his insights on acting and stand-up comedy. However, I am not that compelled by books about process, and ultimately, most of the movies he really dug into — save for Sunset Boulevard — weren’t all that interesting to me. I think I’d have preferred he ramble for nine minutes about Star Wars than detail his love of Pulp Fiction without actually offering any new insights into Pulp Fiction.
It’s certainly not a bad book, and it’s fun to spend the time with Oswalt, but I thought he felt somewhat short of his promise at the outset of the memoir to “be funny.” It is occasionally insightful and sometimes interesting (if you care about Patton Oswalt), but it is rarely “funny.”