The Cult of the Everyman
Hollywood’s love letter to the left brain: “Interpret Me!”
I also quite like this film but have to note the perfect metaphor within the movie for the vapid surface aspects of Hollywood - how Elle’s pet dog travels in her handbag for much of the movie but somehow miraculously never leaves any scat behind it…
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