Reviewed by Dennis Schwartz

Jonas Pate(“Deceiver”/”The Grave”) and writer Thomas Moffett can’t do much with Henry Reardon’s flimsy and dispiriting story. To boot, it is annoyingly shot on digital video. The message delivered is for the regular folks not to be envious of the privileged stars because their life is also filled with grief and misfortune. While telling of the shallow lifestyle in Hollywood, the film seems just as shallow.

Kevin Spacey is the jaded, pothead, best-selling author of self-help books and the uncaring depressed psychotherapist to the stars, who has gone to seed after his wife’s suicide. In an episodic fashion, it follows the LA shrink at work with his self-absorbed patients. They include an aging Hollywood glamor couple past their prime (Saffron Burrows and her cheating rocker hubby-Joel Gretch); a melancholy, sex addict and alcoholic (Robin Williams); the druggie Irish actor (Jack Huston); the troubled aspiring screenwriter Mark Webber; and the germaphobic super-agent Dallas Roberts.