This film is squeaky clean.
And that is not a compliment.
It is waste of great actors (and a decent story).
Jeff Bridges is good.
Excellent contribution here.
He plays what must certainly be a backhanded homage to Graydon Carter of Vanity Fair.
A magazine I used to read.
Dreaming of entering that glitzy world where my idol Nick Tosches wrote.
All is, in fact, vacuous in such a world (as this movie plainly shows).
Which brings us to me.
Dossier du cinema.
I am almost done.
Being an addict.
Being a basket case.
Kirsten Dunst has great breasts.
Poor men love breasts (as it turns out).
Danny Huston falls like the last laugh of Murnau.
Wiping the shitter.
Riches to rags.
Gillian Anderson plays the villain here (of sorts).
Megan Fox is boring.
Skinny woman are, in general, unattractive.
Keep it real.
White Russian as bridging mechanism.
R. D. Laing.
The only cinematography is when Dracula is depressed.
I’ve been blessed (?) with a complete lack of suckcess in my lifetime.
Good bit with La Dolce Vita.
Reminiscent of the open-air movie in Cinema Paradiso.
This film could have been a lot better.
Simon Pegg is an all-world talent.
This kind of tripe is beneath his abilities.
I have a copy of this movie, but haven’t watched it yet. How is Gillian Anderson in it?
I really like Gillian Anderson, but she has a very harsh, unwelcoming personality in this film (if I remember correctly). Nothing like her great X Files vibe.