Sometimes when watching a movie, I get the feeling that I am seeing a series of scenes strung together with little or no cohesion binding them together. I’ll often throw out the word “disjointed” to describe such a film. It’s another way of saying the film lacks a strong narrative thrust; the first two-thirds or so of Maps to the Stars suffered in this way.
It’s a sort of heartless, anti-Grand Canyon, or perhaps a weak cross of The Uninvited, Mulholland Dr. and The Player. Inherent Vice kept running through my mind as well. I found Maps to the Stars driving me, but ultimately it’s a broken picture that can’t put a spark to the kindling it has assembled. Very much on the fence with this one, because there was a lot I did like. A marginal thumbs-down; 5/10.
Note: I saw this film in-theater, but it is also available via VOD.
Updated 3/9/15: upgraded to 6/10