What a story, or should I say stories. For some strange reason this film reminds me a bit of Inception. Huh? That’s right. I guess it’s the story within the story within the story kind of thing that’s going on. It is well laid out and well told, each of them. The performances keep you even more intrigued. At first you might find some confusion but it will clear up soon enough. The opening premise is related to probably one of the most frustrating conditions for any profession . . . the struggling writer. In this case, he can write but it just doesn’t seem good enough to publish. This begs the question that has burned in me for as long as I can remember, who decides? Who decides what art is considered art? Who decides what music is good music? Who decides what literary works are good enough to be published and which aren’t? Isn’t it just a matter of taste by the initial critic? I am a believer of the expression, one person’s trash is another person’s treasure, so imagine all the works we have not been able to enjoy because someone said no, not good enough. But anyway, back to the movie. Bradley Cooper is very good at playing a character in desperate situations, blood shot eyes and all. The movie Limitless is another example. In this movie we deal with a bizarre case of identity theft and it will eat at his soul. READ FULL REVIEW