Recently, I watched the Andrew McCarthy documentary, Brats and wasn’t impressed. The trailer was more exciting.
Then I find out he wrote a book a few years ago about the same subject. For a person upset by the original article in the New York Magazine that created the term, “Brat Pack” in the mid eighties, he certainly has been using it in recent times to keep himself relevant.
The problem is he blames the article and term Brat Pack for his inability to get work as an actor post 1980’s rather than he was a one trick pony, alcoholic, pothead and not very good at the craft.
He says he was thrown out of NYU and talks about never going to class but rather preferred smoking weed and watching the Rockford Files. Did he ever go back to classes in his craft? He should be happy for the career he actually had.
In the original article the documentary is based, one of the New York–based actors in St. Elmo’s Fire, a co-star says of Andrew, “He plays all his roles with too much of the same intensity. I don’t think he’ll make it.” And that’s the only time Andrew McCarthy’s name is mentioned, toward the end.
Many others from the “Brat Pack”moniker still had flourishing careers post 1980’s and continue to. He should rejoice that he was included with actors as, Robert Downey Jr., Sean Penn, Tom Cruise, Matthew Broderick, Demi Moore and Nicolas Cage. But he doesn’t seem to and just comes off envious and needy.
I was a teenager when the “Brat Pack” films began and remember them fondly. I introduced my kids to them and still watch them today.
As a movie goer and fan of these films, I was expecting more from this documentary and was disappointed with it. It seemed to be more about him.
Maybe that is Andrew McCarthy’s problem. Humility isn’t easy for some.
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