{"product_id":"the-last-action-heroes-isbn-9780593238806","title":"The Last Action Heroes","description":"\u003cb\u003eThe behind-the-scenes story of the action heroes who ruled 1980s and ’90s Hollywood and the beloved films that made them stars, including\u003ci\u003e Die Hard, First Blood, The Terminator\u003c\/i\u003e, and more.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Entertaining . . . This is a book that makes you ache for the days when the movie screen belonged not to men who dress in superhero capes but to those who lift weights.”—\u003ci\u003eWashington Examiner\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eA \u003ci\u003eNEWSWEEK \u003c\/i\u003eBEST BOOK OF THE YEAR\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003ci\u003eThe Last Action Heroes\u003c\/i\u003e opens in May 1990 in Cannes, with Arnold Schwarzenegger and Sylvester Stallone waltzing together, cheered on by a crowd of famous faces. After years of bitter combat—Stallone once threw a bowl of flowers at Schwarzenegger’s head, and the body count in Schwarzenegger’s \u003ci\u003eCommando\u003c\/i\u003e was increased so the film would “have a bigger dick than \u003ci\u003eRambo\u003c\/i\u003e”—the world’s biggest action stars have at last made peace.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eIn this wildly entertaining account of the golden age of the action movie, Nick de Semlyen charts Stallone and Schwarzenegger’s carnage-packed journey from enmity to friendship against the backdrop of Reagan’s America and the Cold War. He also reveals fascinating untold stories of the colorful characters who ascended in their wake: high-kickers Chuck Norris and Jackie Chan, glowering tough guys Dolph Lundgren and Steven Seagal, and quipping troublemakers Jean-Claude Van Damme and Bruce Willis. But as time rolled on, the era of the invincible action hero who used muscle, martial arts, or the perfect weapon to save the day began to fade. When \u003ci\u003eJurassic Park\u003c\/i\u003e trounced Schwarzenegger’s \u003ci\u003eLast Action Hero\u003c\/i\u003e in 1993, the glory days of these macho men—and the vision of masculinity they celebrated—were officially over.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eDrawing on candid interviews with the action stars themselves, plus their collaborators, friends, and foes, \u003ci\u003eThe Last Action Heroes\u003c\/i\u003e is a no-holds-barred account of a period in Hollywood history when there were no limits to the heights of fame these men achieved, or to the mayhem they wrought, on-screen and off.“Fans of ’80s excess will revel in the book’s accounts of the boozy bacchanals and ego-driven feuds that played out behind the scenes of the biggest movies in Hollywood history.”\u003cb\u003e—\u003ci\u003eThe Seattle Times\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“An all-you-can-eat feast . . . [a] deft, hilarious, overlapping weave of anecdotes and detail.”\u003cb\u003e—\u003ci\u003eAirMail\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e‘If it’s bulging biceps, titanic tantrums, sculpted shoulders and Herculean drug habits you're after, then Nick de Semlyen is the author for you. His book \u003ci\u003eThe Last Action Heroes\u003c\/i\u003e is not bad either, a hugely entertaining romp through ’80s and ’90s action cinema, every page riddled with a zillion bullet holes.”\u003cb\u003e—Edgar Wright\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“This book takes you so close to the action that you can smell the sweat, cigar smoke, and bad cologne that brought these movies to life. Along the way, Nick de Semlyen reveals tales of stunts gone wrong, conversations between Stallone and Reagan, the origin of Jean-Claude Van Damme’s buns, and all of the stories from the sets that people were too afraid to tell—until now.”\u003cb\u003e—Paul Scheer\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“In his riveting chronicle of the ass-kicking, neck-snapping, biceps-rippling action heroes of the ’80s and ’90s, Nick de Semlyen not only paints the story of the movies and stars of the Reagan era but also shines a light on what they meant—and still mean—to us. . . . A juicy, fun-as-hell read.”\u003cb\u003e—Chris Nashawaty, author of \u003ci\u003eCaddyshack: The Making of a Hollywood Cinderella Story\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Nick de Semlyen’s love letter to the action cinema of the ’80s and ’90s reads like those films play: fast-paced, wryly funny, and unapologetically entertaining. His research is meticulous and his analysis is impeccable, but he also keenly understands why these movies hit like they did: because they were \u003ci\u003efun\u003c\/i\u003e. And, unfailingly, so is \u003ci\u003eThe Last Action Heroes.\u003c\/i\u003e”\u003cb\u003e—Jason Bailey, author of \u003ci\u003eFun City Cinema: New York City and the Movies That Made It\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“In his revelatory history of the Golden Age of action cinema, Nick de Semlyen vividly renders the story of the larger-than-life legends who defined and shaped an era. Equally insightful and entertaining, this book is an absolute blast to read, as thrilling as the genre itself.”\u003cb\u003e—Priscilla Page\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“The action stars of the ’80s and ’90s weren’t out to make history at the outset of their careers, but that’s what they did all the same. Nick de Semlyen chronicles the rise and fall (and sometimes rise-again) of the world’s most popular action heroes in this juicy, highly entertaining, and informative book.”\u003cb\u003e—Leonard Maltin\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Engaging . . . A joyful romp featuring larger-than-life characters, iconic movies, and plenty of behind-the-scenes info.”\u003cb\u003e—\u003ci\u003eKirkus Reviews\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003e“This packs a punch.”\u003cb\u003e—\u003ci\u003ePublishers Weekly\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e“Those looking for high-level film criticism mixed with social commentary are also in for a treat.”\u003cb\u003e—\u003ci\u003eBooklist\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cb\u003eNick de Semlyen \u003c\/b\u003eis the editor of \u003ci\u003eEmpire,\u003c\/i\u003e the world’s biggest movie magazine, and the author of \u003ci\u003eWild and Crazy Guys\u003c\/i\u003e. As a film journalist, he has also written for \u003ci\u003eRolling Stone, Stuff\u003c\/i\u003e, and \u003ci\u003eTime Out\u003c\/i\u003e. He lives in London.\u003cb\u003ePrologue\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThey came from the sky. And with their arrival went any chance of peace.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eIt had been shaping up to be a Cannes Film Festival like any other. As the sun rose on a sleepy Saturday—May 12, 1990—across the coastal French city there were flickers of activity. The world’s most prestigious celebration of motion pictures was commencing for the forty-third time.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eOn the Promenade de la Croisette, caked in chalk-white makeup, an Andy Warhol impersonator was enjoying his fifteen minutes of fame. Cineastes who had been lucky enough to attend the opening gala, a screening of Dreams, the latest by Japanese auteur Akira Kurosawa, debated its themes and discussed the surprising cameo by Martin Scorsese as Vincent van Gogh. Others looked forward to the gems of thought-provoking cinema to come, such as Sergei Solovyov’s Russian comedy Black Rose Is an Emblem of Sorrow, Red Rose Is an Emblem of Love.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eIt was a mecca for those who liked their films dense in subtext and their cafés allongés scalding hot. Notes would be taken. Applause would be meted out. The human condition would be considered.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThen, with a roar, the jet touched down.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eIt was a chartered luxury 747 out of Los Angeles, a hulking tube of metal polished to a high gleam. It had traveled a little over six thousand miles to its destination. And it was stuffed with an astonishing array of American power players—stars, directors, executives—few of them renowned for making art-house fare.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“The Hollywood of 1990 is on the frickin’ plane,” recalls James Cameron, who had been the last to board in California, having scrambled to finish typing up his first draft of Terminator 2: Judgment Day. “When I got to the airport, they all gave me a snarky clap for being late.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“It was an amazing flight, a magic trip,” says Renny Harlin, the director who had just blown up two airplanes and half an airport for the yet-to-be-released Die Hard 2, but who hadn’t been banned from high-altitude travel. “There was no shortage of caviar and champagne and that kind of thing.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eMore potent refreshments were apparently available, too. “We stopped in Maine to refuel, and after we’d been flying for another twenty minutes somebody gets on the speaker and says, ‘We are now outside of American airspace,’ ” remembers Steven de Souza, writer of the original Die Hard and Commando. “And all of a sudden the drugs come out. People are doing cocaine on the drop-down trays. Then I get tapped on the shoulder and it’s Michael Douglas passing me a joint.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eIf Douglas was literally riding high, he was also doing it figuratively, with Wall Street and Fatal Attraction recent hits in his rearview mirror. But the biggest dogs on board were two movie stars whom few would have expected to share oxygen for over ten hours. Arnold Schwarzenegger and Sylvester Stallone, after more than a decade of bitter warfare, had finally been convinced to appear in public together. The event: a huge party to celebrate Carolco Pictures, the bankroller of many of the bombastic action movies that had ruled the box office for the past decade.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAt the airport in Cannes, the disembarking VIPs were each handed an envelope containing 2,000 French francs, spending money for the weekend. Then they were led to a convoy of waiting black Mercedes-Benzes and drivers, at their disposal for the next three days. The vehicles, blue and red lights flashing on their tops, roared down the coast to the decadent Hotel du Cap-Eden-Roc. There, a $1 million soiree—the most expensive ever thrown in the history of Cannes—awaited. One of the world’s hottest bands, the Gipsy Kings, flown in on a separate jet from Spain, performed songs at high volume. And 240 guests joined those from the plane to mill around a massive terrace overlooking the sea, including Mick Jagger (who ended up dancing on top of a table next to girlfriend Jerry Hall), Jean-Claude Van Damme, Dolph Lundgren, Sharon Stone, and Clint Eastwood, who happened to be staying in the hotel and thought he’d check out what all the noise was about.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAs the sun went down and fresh seafood was served, the party’s grandest flex was deployed. Rockets blasted up into the Cannes sky, spelling out the names of Carolco’s upcoming projects and the people attached to them. “This firework display said ‘TERMINATOR 2’ in gigantic letters out over the Croisette,” remembers a still-impressed Cameron.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eIt was a day nobody who attended will ever forget, a showcase of pure excess. Not to mention a cacophony that probably sent Cannes’s more sober visitors—who until that moment had been mulling over the ins and outs of Russian comedy—running back to their lodgings. “It’s the best party ever done,” brags Carolco co-founder Mario Kassar, who put it together. “Everybody was at that party and probably nobody could have done it again.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThere was just one moment of panic along the way. The evening’s coup de grâce had been devised by Kassar: a moment of showmanship to rival even magical fireworks, and which demanded equally careful handling. Schwarzenegger and Stallone, the two titans of action cinema, whose work had brought in millions upon millions of dollars and who were now living, breathing icons, would make a dramatic entrance midway through the event. They had never been convinced to star in a movie together, but tonight they would share a terrace. It would be Carolco’s greatest PR stunt yet, a détente to rival any feat of international diplomacy. Except neither Stallone nor Schwarzenegger would concede on a key point: which of them would enter the party first. That old rivalry, pacified for a while, had suddenly flared back up.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“They were waiting outside, and everyone was asking the question ‘Who’s coming in first, who’s coming in second?’ ” Kassar remembers. A chill swept through the gaggle of Carolco party-planners. After so much expense, could a clash of egos make it all fall apart? Anybody aware of the history between the two stars knew it was a distinct possibility. So Kassar moved fast.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“I took some photos with them—one on the left, the other on the right,” he says, “and they held my hands up in the air. Then I said, ‘Okay, let’s go in now!’ And I came in with both of them. So that resolved that problem.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eInside the party now, Schwarzenegger, wearing a green-and-yellow Hawaiian shirt, appraised the dance floor like a Terminator scanning a biker bar. Stallone, in a button-up shirt, blazer, and designer sunglasses, did the same. And then, to the amazement of all, the pair turned to each other, locked hands, and started to dance, waltzing in circles around the terrace.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe famous faces in the crowd looked on, delighted. They were present for a monumental moment, a long-awaited truce, two colossal egos finally aligning in perfect harmony.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThen, abruptly, Stallone grimaced and stopped.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Goddammit,” he told Schwarzenegger. “You’re leading. I hate that.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAmerica in the 1970s was crying out for a hero. In the last year of the previous decade, the nation had conquered the moon. But now things had gone awry. Abroad, a cataclysmic defeat in Vietnam had dented national pride. At home, the president was being indicted and swarmed by protesters, some wielding signs in which the x in “Nixon” was replaced by a swastika. The economy, which had boomed in the wake of World War II, was wilting, the stock market plummeting 40 percent in an eighteen-month period and joblessness rampant. Everywhere was a newfound sense of despair, felt so keenly and widely that in 1979 President Jimmy Carter addressed it in a speech. “It is a crisis that strikes at the very heart and soul and spirit of our national will,” he declared with a stony face. “We can see this crisis in the growing doubt about the meaning of our own lives, and in the loss of a unity of purpose for our nation.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHeroes were in short supply, not least on the big screen. Clint Eastwood’s “Dirty” Harry Callahan thrilled the masses, but returns were diminishing (third sequel Sudden Impact would feature a farting bulldog named Meathead). Gene Hackman’s violent, wild-eyed Popeye Doyle in The French Connection, another lawman, was was intentionally tough to root for. Hong Kong martial arts icon Bruce Lee emerged as a brief, blazing light but died tragically on the cusp of mainstream American success, just a month before Enter the Dragon’s Hollywood premiere. As for the blaxploitation wave, the Richard Roundtree–starring Shaft had made $13 million from a $500,000 budget and inspired dozens of films throughout the 1970s, featuring charismatic actors from Pam Grier to Jim Brown. But while the subgenre had a huge impact, even inspiring the James Bond film Live and Let Die, by the late 1970s it was fading away.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAs any fan of action cinema knows, though, it’s when things are bleakest, when all hope is lost, when the villains are smirking and innocent civilians are on their knees, that fresh footsteps are heard, hailing the arrival of a savior. 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