HATED part one of this. A navel gazing, cassevattes wannabe. cringey-forced dialogue, telegraphed conflicts and “artsy” slow burn tracking shots. It reminded me most of The Rental, but this gets a pass because ?
Maybe because the leads all work in a different weight class than the film...they’re all super committed to this drivel, but the half assed world between theatrical. reality, and meta didn’t feel like a choice, but an misguided anti-choice.
Making art is hard....ya ya.
Part two grabbed me more as as Altman wannabe, but probably because I like Altman more than Cassavettes.
Some really terrific individual moments (the opening is a stunner, plus many great Plaza scenes) but overall it doesn’t warrant a deeper look. Don’t be fooled.