A completely mediocre music producer acts like he’s Jesus and goes completely unchecked. Foster abandoned his five daughters and ran over a dude with his car, but it’s all good because he’s got 16 Grammys (I only remember the specific number because they mentioned it fourteen-hundred times). But I enjoyed the movie. From a distance. Same energy as the ‘76 A Star is Born—a mind-boggling self-absorption only those in the entertainment industry are capable of. Explains why Mr. David Foster is so, so afraid of dying. Entertains but leaves you hollow. Glad it’s my chosen vocation!