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…