Endearing depiction of melancholic story-telling, but couldn't quite shake the underlying autobiographical quality of its writer-director commodifying the tiresome woes of a privileged life. Profoundly punctuated by her father's name prominently displayed under executive producer as the credits roll.

It's beauty and downfall both lie in the fact that there are no true villains present, nor are there any heroes. At the end of the day life goes on and it becomes an intimate decision to smile over succumbing to a nihilistic viewpoint.

Brilliantly acted, it serves as a masterclass on illustrating the mundane with authentic charm. However, it's ordinariness seems reaching from a filmmakers standpoint; as though a voyeuristic study of what celebrities think the average person desires which could only be displayed through the juxtaposition of a fictional celebrity's experience. An undeserved and under-explored take on "celebrities, they're just like us."