Kathleen Turner

Excerpts from Kathleen Turner’s autobiography, Send Yourself Roses, have been flurrying across the web the last few days. The most recent of which was released by the Daily Mail where she explains why she detests Nicolas Cage

Another co-star who left a lot to be desired was Nicolas Cage, who played my boyfriend and husband in Peggy Sue Got Married, about an unhappily married woman who jumps back in time to her high-school days.

Now, Nicolas happens to be the nephew of Francis Ford Coppola, who was directing the film. And my contrary co-star was absolutely determined to prove that he wasn’t there as the result of nepotism.

So, everything Francis wanted him to do, he went against – to show that he wasn’t under his uncle’s wing. Which was ridiculous. Oh, that stupid voice of his and the fake teeth! Honestly, I cringe to think about it.

He caused so many problems. He was arrested twice for drunk-driving and, I think, once for stealing a dog. He’d come across a chihuahua he liked and stuck it in his jacket.

Every excerpt that I’ve read is either her complaining about co-stars or complaining about a scene she’s filming. Hanging out with her must be wonderful. She’ll regale you of stories about this asshole and that asshole. Why so and so is a jackass. Her downward spiral caused by alcoholism. Halfway through you’ll want to change the subject to something less depressing like how you watched your dog get run over by an 18-wheeler or what would be the best way to kill yourself.