A big, messy passion-project of a movie in which James L. Brooks is all but yelling "I have a lot of feelings!" at the audience. The Hollywood satire stuff is shrill and self-gratifying, but I was eventually won over by sheer force or possibly Stockholm syndrome. There are too many good lines and interesting characters to dismiss here, and it's worth sitting through just for Julie Kavner getting all the good lines and that kind of amazing child actress. I'd love to see the original cut of the movie, which was apparently a musical featuring original songs by Carole King, Prince, and Sinead O'Connor. Afterthought: I wonder how bummed James L. Brooks was by the eventual, actual remake of "Mr. Deeds Goes to Town"?