Review of Los Angeles Plays Itself

What should be a fun documentary, the history of movie shooting locations, turns into an almost three hour slog. The film is dragged down by a script full of banalities (did you know when a film's actors exit one location they don't always enter the real next location?) and the most monotonous monotoned (sic) difficult to listen to narrator since "The Story of Film: An Odyssey."

Another flaw is the repeated scenes of B and even C level films. Occasionally this is works, but how many times can you watch something Messiah of Evil?

Best watched in short bursts.