There is SO much wrong with this film and I'm so angry that I can't get that time back in my life. This documentary had no center (except the filmmaker) and was trying to make an argument that it couldn't quite articulate. How, in only a couple of hours (not even that) or even in a 1/2 million pictures are you going to try to show all sides of wealth in US culture (which was NEVER said... and was a conflation of the US and the world, as if the US is the center of the world)? That is a silly endeavor, although I understand the need to look at our particular society's worship of money and status. This was a really poor attempt. It felt like one of those films that was made of up cutting-room footage...
What this really was was one woman's journal about her own relationship to desire for wealth... and it was chalked full of self-promotion and ties to other projects that tentatively fit into, again, an unfolding that had no center or direction. It felt like watching her throw her diary against a wall.