A review by peebee
Hollywood by Charles Bukowski

3.0

This was given to me with caveats about it's quality, and maybe that colored my perceptions, but it seems it's way easier to sympathize with Chinaski's essential bastardness when you read about his miserable shitty childhood, and frustrated, or drunken, nihilistic youth, than when he's relatively well off, respected, and with a woman who he really doesn't seem like he deserves.

Even Bukowski seems to prefer it, as he waxes nostalgic for his time as a stew bum at the shithole bar where they film and he spends a little time with the patrons.