About seven minutes into A Glimpse Inside the Mind of Charles Swan III, you completely lose interest. That’s not a problem, really, because there are only about 80 minutes left and … it’s not like you’re going to miss anything. Charlie Sheen is Swan, but it really feels just like Sheen—womanizing, self-important, no obvious talent worth all the headaches. Swan is crying in his beer over a breakup and he tries to self-analyze how he went so wrong. It’s art imitating life, because you’ll be asking yourself the same thing. A truly vapid film by Francis Coppola’s son Roman, Charles Swan tries to be a Wes Anderson film for people who don’t understand Wes Anderson films. Coppola’s cousin, Jason Schwartzman, plays a supporting role and Bill Murray shows up, but none of it matters. It’s boring, adolescent and stupid.