Slow, meandering, almost pointless. Saved by the great performances of the best actors in the business. But if it weren't for them it would have been a bomb. Not The Bomb, a bomb.
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It was a brilliant portrayal of the waning career of an insecure actor and his death (their deaths) are represented in Polaski's pearly Gates opening up to him while he is invited up to the stellar directors home.
