This film basically builds its entire plot around one joke - he hates his film, but can't use the Alan Smithee pseudonym like other directors as it's his real name. That in itself is just ridiculous, which leads me to question how this trash ever got made.
A big problem is it can't decide if it wants to be a movie with a plot or a mockumentary. About half the film concerns the aforementioned premise, while the other half is just famous people making cameos, and when they talk making endless references to other films. The references are far too obvious and just come off as cheesy and stupid-sounding.
The film also thinks that just because celebs are playing themselves, if they say profane stuff it will automatically be funny. And it isn't. At All.
I didn't hate writer Joe Eszterhas' earlier film Showgirls as much as some did, however this film just has no redeeming qualities.
A big problem is it can't decide if it wants to be a movie with a plot or a mockumentary. About half the film concerns the aforementioned premise, while the other half is just famous people making cameos, and when they talk making endless references to other films. The references are far too obvious and just come off as cheesy and stupid-sounding.
The film also thinks that just because celebs are playing themselves, if they say profane stuff it will automatically be funny. And it isn't. At All.
I didn't hate writer Joe Eszterhas' earlier film Showgirls as much as some did, however this film just has no redeeming qualities.