Do you feel that films about novelists are inherently intelligent, and that watching them makes you better than those who watch "Hollywood garbage" that "shoved down our throats"? Does a pre-requisite for your favorite independent films involve no one ever having really heard of them?
In that case, this is your movie. For the remaining 98.6% of the film-watching population: don't waste your time.
The story is of a struggling writer whose critically acclaimed thriller about Hitler's secret progeny never quite took off. But he and his hyper-supportive wife quote the reviews to each other during sex (oh, wait I get it! Critics are prostituting themselves to the writers they admire: that's f-ing deep!)
His next novel is about migrant workers, and it's apparently depressing. We learn this because his thick publisher explains that people riding buses to work don't want to read those kinds of downers. Since when are low-income commuters a key demographic for literary fiction?
So he inexplicably becomes an escort, with Mick Jagger as his pimp. This is not nearly as amusing as it sounds. In fact, it's all very serious and ironic, and oh so very f-ing deep.
The plot continues to take ridiculous, illogical turns. The farther you get in the plot, the less removed you are from reality.
When it comes down to it, the screenplay is probably among the worse ever produced.
In that case, this is your movie. For the remaining 98.6% of the film-watching population: don't waste your time.
The story is of a struggling writer whose critically acclaimed thriller about Hitler's secret progeny never quite took off. But he and his hyper-supportive wife quote the reviews to each other during sex (oh, wait I get it! Critics are prostituting themselves to the writers they admire: that's f-ing deep!)
His next novel is about migrant workers, and it's apparently depressing. We learn this because his thick publisher explains that people riding buses to work don't want to read those kinds of downers. Since when are low-income commuters a key demographic for literary fiction?
So he inexplicably becomes an escort, with Mick Jagger as his pimp. This is not nearly as amusing as it sounds. In fact, it's all very serious and ironic, and oh so very f-ing deep.
The plot continues to take ridiculous, illogical turns. The farther you get in the plot, the less removed you are from reality.
When it comes down to it, the screenplay is probably among the worse ever produced.