Overlong and heavy-handed. I'm torn about this film, on the one hand it focuses in on one of the most interesting periods in Hollywood history, full of sleaze and intrigue and scandal, but on the other hand it uses really over-the-top metaphors that make sure any subtlety is bludgeoned out of the film. It's Lynch Lite, but at least it's impossible to be ambivalent about Lynch's work (Lynch is much better at using imagery to his full advantage). This was just one big shoulder shrug. Moral bankrupcy? Meh.
I've read multiple reviews now saying the film "builds tension", but I'm beginning to think that is shorthand for, "the film starts off okay, then drags on for an hour or more and then has one killer last scene", because there was little tension to speak of, I thought.
Also, Karen Black. I don't even know.