
The above quote is part of a section on the making of Francis Ford Coppola’s film The Outsiders, which gave rise to the career of Rob Lowe and virtually an entire generation of actors. I can’t say that I’ve really been a Lowe fan before (and, if you want to know the truth, I’ve been a little suspicious of the guy after that X-rated video of him with a fan at the 1988 Democratic Convention surfaced).
But this reminiscence made me really feel what it must be like to feel your entire life riding on a single audition. It made me want to see The Outsiders, and even some of the rest of Lowe’s work. Maybe he‘s an intelligent artist rather than a guy simply trading desperately on his good looks. Maybe his memoir, Stories I Only Tell My Friends, will answer the question definitively…
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