Top critical review
18 February 2015
Look, this is no piece of art. In fact sometimes it's a piece of poop. Amy Poehler is funny...on screen. Not in this autobiographical fibs-apalooza. I don't care what is truth, or an exaggeration... or a joke just to make a funny but it just isn't what you want from this awesome performer. She writes about her past without showing real vulnerability or sharing moments of real heart break and her life lessons are vague moments of "well that's just not a funny way to state the obvious". I would have loved more "dirt" from her story was was left more with a plate that had been cleaned with a napkins.... you sort of know they are pasta but aren't sure if it was the spaghetti or the cannelloni. (Worst metaphor ever ). Amy, well done on challenging yourself to write a book but you are best suited to the stage and screen.