Wants for a slightly more satisfying resolution (both emotionally and narratively), but otherwise a thoroughly captivating, charming and at times downright hilarious slice of metafiction, with Farrow and Daniels (x2) at engaging career-highs.

Pleased to discover that enjoyment of this film doesn't rely solely on the fog of nostalgia. In fact, the arch Hollywood-meta silliness remains a hoot throughout, especially whenever it involves Ben Affleck. The diamond-heist-monkey-kidnapping subplot? Less so, but you can't have everything.

It pains me that this film isn't more widely known and beloved. The story's a little slight, everything about its style is (albeit deliberately) derivative... but, by gum, it's just beautiful, expertly-crafted, delightfully warm and loveable perfection.

As great as this is, it's still not *quite* good enough to stop me being unhappy that Joe's Hollywood career is considered worth sacrificing A&J on 6Music for. His next film had better do that.