What a seething self-indictment of “independent” auteurist movies! This script never would’ve made it out of the slush pile at the kind of Golden Age Hollywood studio it attempts to glorify. At its best, the picture is a meticulous reproduction of the kind of behind-the-scenes-at-the-studio shorts that used to be made and shown as afterthoughts, not main features. At its worst, which is most of the time, it is a comedy that alternates between bad gags and none at all. The most painful sequences to watch feature Tilda Swinton playing identical twin Hollywood gossip columnists. If you want to watch Hollywood nostalgia that’s smart, self-aware, and “zany to the max,” I suggest you ditch these twins and watch the Warner triplets instead.