Maps to the Stars

...a movie you’ve seen many times before, just never in the perverse key of Cronenberg.

...the pace, feel and sleek look are unmistakably Cronenberg’s scientific method. Yet he mixes it up with lively Lynchian weirdness and discernable jokes.

At the centre of it all is Moore, magnificently horrendous...wallowing in the amniotic fluid of her own narcissistic self-loathing – a sick, siren-like performance of parasitic perfection.

...de arketypiske forestillinger om Hollywood køres herligt ud på overdrevet.

Screenwriter Bruce Wagner (...) has crafted a darkly humorous moral fable that Cronenberg embraces with unabashed glee.

...a grotesque ghost story about the selective memory of the movies...