directed by noah baumbach
while i both hated and disliked this conceited and self-congratulatory picture, it pairs well with reading the 7 husbands of evelyn hugo by taylor jenkins reid. i really struggle to empathize with “im rich and famous woe is me” stories unless theres a real big plot curveball, and this one didnt even have the padding of old hollywood glamour, being mostly set on a train. im not against fame tragedy stories (i love a biopic or a memoir) but i just dont find any narrative satisfaction or interesting character/story arcs in this and i dont feel drawn to sympathize with a single character.
