Gruelingly pretentious film about a middle-aged actress (Greta Scacchi) who goes to the Cannes film festival in order to find funding for a script shes written. Every ridiculous stereotype about movie people is used unselfconsciously in this shockingly unoriginal and undeservedly self-important movie. Theres the fresh young ingénue, the dishonest Hollywood producer, the aging actress looking for one last good role, the disillusioned roué. All thats missing is Snidely Whiplash tying someone to a railroad track. All this wouldnt be so annoying if the dialogue wasnt so incessantly pretentious and the film wasnt so convinced of its own moral superiority. If youre a hardcore fan of director Henry Jaglom you might want to check this out, otherwise youd probably have more fun sticking your tongue to the inside of your freezer while listening to a car alarm going off.