Review: Anna Kendrick, Scrappy Little Genius…


Why “genius”? Kendrick’s memoir is the best-written of all from the samples I’ve perused. More than a thrown-together PR gambit, she put in the effort to make this a stand-alone autobiography. She’s either a free-writing savant, or has really good editors. Probably a mix of both. And, who knows? Being from Maine, she may have gotten a little help from the…King…of horror?

This isn’t to say the content was any better than the others. Like Faris and Collins, Kendrick is a typical Hollywood leftist. But unlike the other two ladies, she is not a left-coaster. She was raised by marginally conservative ethnically-Irish parents in Maine. She mentions her religion twice in the memoir, both with quick, passing, allusions. She briefly mentions something about attending church in her youth, but she doesn’t expound. Later, when discussing her grandmother’s death, she says something like: “My grandmother was very pious…I’m not…”

Ok. So Kendrick is a generic neo-pagan government-schooled atheist with an a-typical childhood. She won big with an early Broadway career and had to be educated in spurts. One admirable thing about Anna though – while she waived off higher education to pursue her acting career, it seems she’s continued educating herself, reading broad and deep.

She gives a humorous anecdote about filming the recent comedy “Mike and Dave Need Wedding Dates” (a foul and degenerate flick). In between filming, she was reading that massive tome “The Rise and Fall of the Third Reich”, a book many Alt. Right pundits are familiar with. Unfortunately for her, the cover art featured a large swastika and she recounts how co-star Zac Efron ragged her about it. She covered the image with tape for the remainder of the shoot, but it’s admittedly quirky for an actress to care enough to read something like that.

The major theme of her memoir is that, despite her skyrocketing fame, she fights hard to remain a grounded, “normal” person. She admirably works to keep fame and fortune from going to her head.

Moreover, I don’t recall her mentioning “feminism” the entire book, but even if she did, she doesn’t devote entire chapters to it. The closest she comes, and, subsequently, the closest she comes to being repulsive, is when she discusses her view of pre-marital sex. Like the other Anna I’ve reviewed, Kendrick swallowed the pop-feminist idea that girls are supposed to have pre-marital sex as often as possible, while complaining about the “stigma” and working to overcome old notions of Christian propriety. And, like the other Anna I’ve reviewed, she’s predictably miserable because of it.

Hopefully Kendrick is grounded enough to have a small chance of avoiding feminist ruin. Ideally, she’ll marry some Irish Catholic guy from Maine and settle in some big cottage by the bay in Bar Harbor. Maybe raise a family in private and spend her wealth and influence on harmless charities (like rescuing widlife).

Hopefully she’ll keep writing…

Review: Lily Collins Unfiltered…


Oh, this girl is going to come to a terrible end.

Kind of pretty, right? Even without all that caked up paint on her face, and without Hollywood photo-magic, she’s not bad-looking. Unfortunately for her, she’s a mischling (her maternal grandfather was jewish). While this undoubtedly helps her acting career, it’s wreaking damage on her looks as, in typical fashion for jewish females, the older she gets, the more pronounced her jewish features, and (sorry to say) the less attractive she is on camera. (Check out photos of her during the filming of “Okja”).


Now, before you dismiss me as a terrible, unempathetic, bigot…(I mean, I am all of those things, but not for this)…let me admit that even at her ugliest, she’s still has a subtle hint of classic beauty. I think so about Rachel Weiz as well (another Hollywood jewess), but Weiz is much older, already complaining about her “jewish nose” (in the tabloids) and is reduced to making soft-core lesbian porn to stay relevant. It’s unfortunate for Collins because, reading her memoir, you get a feel for how obsessed she is with her looks. The girl is going to explode emotionally the day she looks in the mirror and realizes she’s no longer the prettiest girl on the movie set.

It’s cliche’, but she’s pretty “on the inside”…or, at least, she could be if she frees herself from that garbage Hollywood feminism. Like Anna Faris (whose book I reviewed recently), she’s mired in the same relationship failures caused by a lust for unbounded desire. A rebellion against femininity.

Fortunately for Lily, it’s not as ingrained in her as it was in Anna. She’s still young and naive about her chances. She’ll be as cynical as Anna within the decade.

Her memoir reads like a sermon from a teenage girl, instructing her elders in the ways of love and life. There are very few anecdotes from her career as an actress and celebrity. It’s all rational rule-giving about how to deal with boys (breakups are always the boys’ fault). I wouldn’t want to discourage Lily by discounting her hard-learned life-lessons (no matter how skewed they are by feminism); but, she’d have done far better to present those lessons through anecdotes rather than as direct statements. Let us learn *through* your experiences, Lily, instead of just having to take your word for all of it. I mean, imagine a photographer who climbs to the top of a mountain and there, before him, is an incredible scene. Instead of snapping away, however, he takes a selfie with his back to an unremarkable rock wall. Collins has done the same. She’s a wealthy young actress in Hollywood and yet, her memoir is a lengthy detailing of her relationship advice. In *that* respect, she’s no more an authority than any other girl her own age.

At any-rate, I think both Lily and Anna Faris are beautiful women, humble and loving. Though Anna is more artistic and literary, while Collins is more analytic and philosophical.

Both have been twisted by feminism…