And the movie does have its flaws: for such a supposedly important author, Eiffel's work sounds like it has more in common with Oprah's Book Club than Saul Bellow, those two boobs from the Sonic Drive - Thru commercials are inexplicably cast as co-workers (perhaps to contribute to the entire atmosphere of
unreality), and the whole thing plays like Charlie Kaufman Lite... blurring the
lines of reality and
unreality, but without the messy cynicism.