Where to begin? This was one of those unintentionally hilarious documentaries, like 'Kurt 'n Courtney', or 'American Movie', that no writer is creative enough to concoct. As Kubrick said, "Reality is more inventive than human beings." This truth is continually demonstrated here.
The premise is a perfect set-up for continued conflict to see a formerly-rich, conservative Islamic kid flown to the Czech Republic to help liberal Hollywood Jews (not that there's anything wrong with that) to assist with a real Hollywood film.
I have a special distaste for Hollywood politics, and evidently, this guy was very comfortable biting the hand that fed him. Apart from the significant cultural divide between he and his benefactors, he was a fan of the Iraq war, for one. Um, he doesn't believe in kissing ass. He's not some poor, unsophisticated brown guy who's happy to take orders and perpetually 'play the game' to get into Hollywood.
And there's something truly awesome about that.
I write my own independent films, and good writing isn't easy. Getting exposure to inspired storytelling is great, but sometimes only a documentary can capture the richest poetry in life, because it's real. This documentary is a great example of that.
The subject - whose name I didn't bother to look up - does have a certain charisma, a certain dignity and honesty. And yet, he squanders opportunities (whether you believe in sucking up to effete, phony Hollywood people or not), has no sense to prepare for the future, and even goes so far as to ask the star of a film he's PA'ing on (The Rock) for money for film school. He seems highly adept at humiliating himself.
I don't know how much of his due to his young age, or cultural differences, or subconscious fears of failure, or because he just doesn't see the shame in that, but, miraculously, he continues to reap windfalls by virtue of having escaped the Iraq War.
The film does resolve itself, which is great. It meanders a bit, but in the end, the guy has this amazing sort of confessional, which indicates he knows more than we might suspect. He's a dreamer. He doesn't believe in sucking up. He will 'make it' because he's 'true'.
What's amazing about this film is: everybody at age 22 believed these things. And often they get thumped pretty good by life for such naivete. In this film, we see an honest dreamer amid phonies, suck-ups, people fearful of being real, incapable of confrontation (a producer at one point walks off, and then returns to confront him about some pretty plain wrongdoings), and really messing them up.
They can't seem to understand why he isn't more grateful to them.
In this way, it's a whole lot like the Iraq War. What's that they say about 'the road to hell being paved with the good intentions'?
The premise is a perfect set-up for continued conflict to see a formerly-rich, conservative Islamic kid flown to the Czech Republic to help liberal Hollywood Jews (not that there's anything wrong with that) to assist with a real Hollywood film.
I have a special distaste for Hollywood politics, and evidently, this guy was very comfortable biting the hand that fed him. Apart from the significant cultural divide between he and his benefactors, he was a fan of the Iraq war, for one. Um, he doesn't believe in kissing ass. He's not some poor, unsophisticated brown guy who's happy to take orders and perpetually 'play the game' to get into Hollywood.
And there's something truly awesome about that.
I write my own independent films, and good writing isn't easy. Getting exposure to inspired storytelling is great, but sometimes only a documentary can capture the richest poetry in life, because it's real. This documentary is a great example of that.
The subject - whose name I didn't bother to look up - does have a certain charisma, a certain dignity and honesty. And yet, he squanders opportunities (whether you believe in sucking up to effete, phony Hollywood people or not), has no sense to prepare for the future, and even goes so far as to ask the star of a film he's PA'ing on (The Rock) for money for film school. He seems highly adept at humiliating himself.
I don't know how much of his due to his young age, or cultural differences, or subconscious fears of failure, or because he just doesn't see the shame in that, but, miraculously, he continues to reap windfalls by virtue of having escaped the Iraq War.
The film does resolve itself, which is great. It meanders a bit, but in the end, the guy has this amazing sort of confessional, which indicates he knows more than we might suspect. He's a dreamer. He doesn't believe in sucking up. He will 'make it' because he's 'true'.
What's amazing about this film is: everybody at age 22 believed these things. And often they get thumped pretty good by life for such naivete. In this film, we see an honest dreamer amid phonies, suck-ups, people fearful of being real, incapable of confrontation (a producer at one point walks off, and then returns to confront him about some pretty plain wrongdoings), and really messing them up.
They can't seem to understand why he isn't more grateful to them.
In this way, it's a whole lot like the Iraq War. What's that they say about 'the road to hell being paved with the good intentions'?