Spoilers herein.
I love films that are about themselves. Here is a father who is in show business, with a daughter who is entering show business. They have been apart, and now come together emotionally and professionally. And what do they do? Make a film with the same story.
The story is about performers by performers, It straddles the point between when they are `on' and when they have their regular lives. No surprise that the `on' times are good and the `off' times less so. What I like about this film is the unintended effect that it is pretty poorly crafted when dealing with all the `off' scenes. But that's just so perfectly self-referential.
I am not a fan of Gwyneth's. (I was surprised to learn in my research that there is actually a `hate Gwyneth' crowd, hung on some foolish semiotics.) But I thought she did well in `Emma,' where she added an underlying performance to the sanctifed words of Austen. Here her part is so poorly defined, underwritten, and dare I say so poorly directed by Dad, that it gives her room to add her own depth. That also is wondrously self-referential.
I love films that are about themselves. Here is a father who is in show business, with a daughter who is entering show business. They have been apart, and now come together emotionally and professionally. And what do they do? Make a film with the same story.
The story is about performers by performers, It straddles the point between when they are `on' and when they have their regular lives. No surprise that the `on' times are good and the `off' times less so. What I like about this film is the unintended effect that it is pretty poorly crafted when dealing with all the `off' scenes. But that's just so perfectly self-referential.
I am not a fan of Gwyneth's. (I was surprised to learn in my research that there is actually a `hate Gwyneth' crowd, hung on some foolish semiotics.) But I thought she did well in `Emma,' where she added an underlying performance to the sanctifed words of Austen. Here her part is so poorly defined, underwritten, and dare I say so poorly directed by Dad, that it gives her room to add her own depth. That also is wondrously self-referential.