Two stars is "it was ok". In this case, it means "it was ok for what it is". What it is is crap. Ok crap, though!
Jow Eszterhas is probably the worst writer I have ever read. He is a sanctimonious, delusional, self-glorifying ass. He believes god talks to him about his movies. He believes the virgin sends signals to him and his producers greenlighting his scripts (and even then, they don't get produced!)
And he writes about another sanctimonious, delusional, self-glorifying ass, Mel Gibson. They really sound pretty much the same to me, except one sounds angry and stupid, and the other sounds petty and stupid.
Allegedly, the author had such fear of Mel Gibson he slept holding a rosary in one hand and a golf club in the other while staying at his house. Then, after a year of working on a script with this man he feared so much, he takes his teenage son and wife to stay at Mel Gibson's house in a secluded, remote location in Costa Rica, so his son can go on long nature walks with Mel Gibson.
How does that end? With the family so afraid of Mel Gibson they sleep with butcher knives under their pillows.
That's beyond stupid, that's unbelievably stupid., so I either have to believe Joe Eszterhas lacks the common sense evolution gave a garden slug, or willingly put his family in harms way, or things didn't quite happen that way.
So, either the author is a moron, he's evil, or he's a liar. Please notice that those are not mutually exclusive explanations.
If the average christian is anything like him and Mel Gibson, I sure am happy to be an atheist.
Finally, the prose is awful. How a person so incapable of threading three sentences into a coherent paragraph has managed to make a living off his writing is a mistery.