David Cronenberg's latest plunge into the darkest of shallow waters is filled with non-stop name-dropping, unmitigated bad behavior and deeply damaged folks obsessed with fame and infamy (** out four; rated R. opens Friday nationwide). For that you could stay home and watch reality TV.
It's only occasionally funny and mostly tonally inconsistent. If Maps bothered to examine the causes of all this venal toxicity, or made more of a point, it might be intriguing. But it feels like a sensational soap opera, where obnoxious people do terrible things to one another and it's hard to care...
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