Dear oh dear, what can I say??? I was asleep after the first five pages or so. When I woke up and carried on I wish I hadn't, it really is THAT bad. You want good information the Red Dwarf Movie, you won't get it here.
It's just boring, dreary, self-indulgent-to-the-point-of-nausea anecdote after anecdote, none of which are enough to entertain THIS Red Dwarf fan, so who knows how a general reader would get on. Maybe if they had tears in their eyes due to openly weeping at the sheer tedium of the volume, then at least they could admire the psychedelic patterns that hit their retina, the words too blurred and streaked as the salty fluid warped the sunlight reflected off the paper. I say 'paper', what in the holy heckfire is this book printed on anyway?? It feels more like that tracing paper-style toilet roll you get in underground public conveniences. I suppose it's quite fitting, although I wouldn't even wipe mine with this rubbish. Talk about cheap publishing!
A real smug wannabe must have been employed to write this. I use the word 'write' loosely. Frankly I'm surprised this book is allowed to exist. After all, it is a companion to a movie that genuinely DOES exist. A movie I would definitely give 5 stars, on par with some of my favourites like Atmos, Rose and The Shadow Proclamation, not to mention the Medusa Cascade.
I could write a much better companion myself, if I could be bothered. Tragic. Dismal. Horrible.