davidehrlich’s review published on Letterboxd :
On April 16, 2013, international pop star Justin Bieber visited the Anne Frank Museum in Amsterdam, and left a note in the guestbook dedicated to one of the most famous young victims of the Holocaust: “Truly inspiring to be able to come here. Anne was a great girl. Hopefully she would have been a belieber.” Anne Frank, as you might remember from 2014 teen cancer weepie “The Fault in Our Stars,” wrote a diary that has since served as an invaluable lifeline for several generations of readers to better understand the inhumanity of war.
In just three short sentences (well, two sentences and a fragment), Bieber found a way to make Frank’s incredible and tragic story — which ended with her dying of typhus in a concentration camp before becoming a posthumous literary icon — all about him. It was one of the most perfect moments in the history of modern celebrity, a sublimely grotesque attempt at humility that crystallized the incredible narcissism of mega-fame.