They rebuilt 1969 Hollywood Boulevard for real — practical neon, period cars, whole blocks redressed — and then let Pitt’s Oscar-winning stuntman drive us through it. A movie in love with the physical craft of movies. Thumb up, obviously.
Fifty-three taxable minutes of two men driving, drinking, and fixing an antenna — and the waiver is granted, because the hanging out IS the entry: the film is an itemized account of a friendship, and the final chapter pays the whole invoice at once. Thumb up, to the office’s own mild surprise.