David Schwimmer’s stunt double.
Two hours of the insecurities of a pathological narcissist laid bare. Sam Levinson is plagued by the fact that he lacks the one thing nepotism can't get him: talent. And while he does frequently interrogate his shortcomings and privilege, his ego is too colossal to synthesize that into anything constructive, so he deflects every criticism with petty screens, creating a labyrinth of metatextuality without any text. The main one of these screens is casting John David Washington as his stand-in.…