title card 1932, jack conrad interview scene—
deaborah: so what about the depression?
me: oh i think hes pretty depressed
deaborah: no i mean the great depression
this script feels so bitterly vulnerable and personal like someone’s most delusions of grandeur diary entry turned narrative film. robert de niro plays a fascinating protagonist who feels (even after all this time) a fresh and modern examination to our obsession with fame, was he even delusional? i don’t really know. he had a goal and ultimately achieved all that he set out to do, but rupert plays an unreliable narrator that i can’t help but question what’s real and…