This is a lovely looking film with a decent storyline that overstays it's welcome by about 60 minutes. Every one of those minutes are felt and worse as they go on. It's an odd trick that kind of works to craft a story around real events and throw in representations of real people. This gives weight but also distorts. Ultimately it's a lingering tale of Hollywood which goes south in the middle, almost as though the director knows he has 3/4 of story left to tell but has already used up 1/2 the running time. It all goes wrong when we get a narrator, Kurt Russell I think, to tell us what is happening. Then the spell is well and truly broken and it's a mess that gets swept up to the end. I guess the rewriting of history using history is the fairytale part with the fairytale ending. With less filling and less time it could have been magic