Like many here, it seems, I come away from this with conflicting reactions. The pretense and self-indulgence trigger my gag reflex, but they’re clearly self-conscious, and part of what Anger is mixing into an auto-fictional account of events and themes she’ll probably never stop recounting. Like the maxim her narrator declares, every director tells versions of the same story over and over again.
There are some truly spectacular moments in this, and some truly annoying ones. Being the huge Odessa…