Out of print for more than 30 years, now available for the first time as
an eBook, this is the controversial story of John Wooden's first 25
years and first 8 NCAA Championships as UCLA Head Basketball Coach.
This is the only book that gives a true picture of the character of John
Wooden and the influence of his assistant, Jerry Norman, whose
contributions Wooden ignored and tried to bury.
more than 40 hours of interviews with Coach Wooden, learn about the man
behind the coach. The players tell their stories in their own words.
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ordering information. Also available on Kindle.
is not the worst Woody Allen movie I’ve ever seen, it’s not far off, and
that’s saying a lot. To give Woody credit, though, he neither wrote nor
directed. That ignominy must go to John Turturro, who also stars as the
gigolo (let’s be frank; he’s a male prostitute). But Woody has written
enough scripts to know that this one is a dog.
Woody’s acting can sometimes be enormously annoying, but never more so
than here where he’s an elderly Jewish man living with a black woman and
her four black children. His constant whining voice becomes as bad as
fingernails across a blackboard.
Turturro is an old friend who is hard up, so Woody suggests that he pimp
for Turturro, arranging paid assignations with people like Sharon Stone,
who should know better (and who looks even more beautiful now than when
she was younger), Vanessa Paradis (a French international singing star
who received a César nomination for Best Actress in 1999’s Girl on
the Bridge), who is beautiful but inscrutable, and Sofia Vergara, a
gorgeous Hispanic actress probably best known for her role in the TV
series Modern Family, who is the third part of the ménage a
trois Woody arranges for Turturro with Sharon Stone, wearing
a neckline that plunges interminably. Also along for the ride is a
policeman in some sort of private police force in a Jewish neighborhood,
Liev Schreiber, who has the hots for Vanessa (who wouldn’t?).
in a small role is Bob Balaban, an actor I generally enjoy. Many will
recognize him from his role in Seinfeld as the head of NBC.
hard to believe is that this thing is only 90 minutes long. I’ve rarely
looked at my watch more in any film, except maybe Spielberg’s Lincoln,
which will stand for a long time as the most boring movie made this
century, although this comes close as Woody mutters his way through and
Turturro wanders around like he’s in a daze.
advice to Woody is, stick to movies you write and direct and stay out of
them as an actor.