Acidic and, at times, deeply off putting but so charming all the same. Few better suited to the sleazy, slightly sociopathic dumb guy magnetism on display here than Patrick Warburton. An all time great movie about moviemaking. My sweet spot is 50s-60s pastiche with that eerie exotica score haunting the corners of a Hollywood long dead so I was never not gonna love this. A perfect distillation of the entitlement that exists in those grasping for the American Dream and the crushing boot of its gatekeepers. They’re all broken.