needing to become Blane again. He can investigate the Brat Pack while rejecting the idea that the label completely defined him. He can discuss addiction without allowing addiction to become his entire identity. And he can remember his younger self without pretending that youth was automatically the best stage of his life.
Perhaps that is what makes Andrew McCarthy’s story endure. The boy on the poster was real, but he was never the complete person. Behind the famous face was someone frightened by attention, uncertain about himself, and increasingly dependent
