This is not movie of the year.

This is movie of the LIFE.

At first sight, it plays like a very millennial rehash of Dogme 95.

I have to admit, it's fun to watch young intellectuals lose their cool over what's authentic and what's fake (“There's worse things than quoting avant-garde European literature,” a character casually declares at some point).

Surprisingly, The Plagiarists is the rare kind of satire that does not trip over itself to make the central point clear, and constructs a dead-on portrait of modern ‘cultural pretensions,’ to borrow from the film's description. Ha!

From ‘Another Day of Sun’ right through the end of the “Summer” montage (roughly the first hour), La La Land is flawless.

But, whatever one’s reservations about it might be, this movie is a fucking wonder.

Great fun.

Rosie Perez rules.

Easily one of the most offensive, artificial and just plain stupid films about grief Hollywood has ever spat out.

The ending is just disrespectful.

This review may contain spoilers. I can handle the truth.