Lori Tennyson

This documentary was so uncomfortable to watch. Even the celebrities and other people who are interviewed seem uncomfortable as they witness the very public display of Andrew McCarthy’s stunted emotional state. The time he spent with Emilio Estevez was the hardest to watch. Emilio exuded peace, maturity and gratitude while Andrew looked like he was just begging for a partner in his “misery loves company“ quest. In the end we meet the author of the article that coined the term “Brat Pack” who is incredulous as to his impact on McCarthy’s career, although he admits the article was at times unnecessarily mean, and refuses to apologize for the tone of the piece. The whole thing left me feeling kind of icky for the things that used to bring me a lot of heartfelt nostalgia. Viewer beware.

I just kept asking myself, “why are you even watching this?” But after you’ve committed to four episodes you just decide to see it though. It was cringy, the characters were completely unlikable and in the end you just lament the eight hours you wasted.