I love Alan Rickman. Listening to these personal diary entries was revealing in a way I’m not sure I was 100% comfortable with, knowing that he was gone before this was published. This is the main reason for the lower stars.

This was such an intimate and interesting look at a man know for his stoicism and British wit. I adored hearing his introspective snippets and lovingly harsh reviews of stage and screen performances of his peers. Looking at the daily life of someone so settled in his life and career without the opportunity flowery editing was fascinating.

It doesn’t replace him and what he could have continued to do in theatre and film.

There was a lot of missing context. I wish the editor had added more detail of how he knew certain people. Since most of his 1990s movies are difficult to find now, I skipped to the movies I’ve actually seen. I wanted to read a biography of Alan Rickman instead.