Why is it that when people get even a semi-cult-like following, they decide that the next thing they need to do is make some kind of “here’s my life because I just know you’re going to spend all of your hard-earned money on it even if it’s crap because it’s my life and not yours” movie? Because honestly, I just don’t understand it.
I mean, I love love love love love me some Adrien Brody. I do love him, in case I wasn’t entirely clear on that point. But would I pay fourteen bucks to go and watch him drone on about himself and his humble or not-so-humble beginnings? The short answer is “no.” The long answer is “come the f-ck on, I have way better things to do with both my money and my time.” I mean, I get that Justin Bieber‘s little-kid fanbase were probably all stoked that they could see the “real” him, but Katy Perry? Ugh. There’s just about as much “real” to girlfriend as there is to the authenticity of Heidi Montag‘s left tit.
Flat out? This movie looks like it’s going to suck. But you probably already knew that, didn’t you?