The misguided ramblings of a petulant child enforced upon the screen. Vaguely... Actually, exceedingly disagreeable, but dammit, I found it too likable to hate it. Sure, the film is essentially a manifesto against Hollywood (okay, sure), unions (hmmmm...) and... Anyone who doesn't think Mike Jittlov, the director, is a genius. Which is a shame, because the effects are honestly brilliant. But beyond the obnoxious verneer (which permeates the entire movie), I just... Found it relentlessly joyful. Jittlov made a self-congratulatory fictionalized autobiography because everyone told him he couldn't. Something about the ridiculous spirit of passion behind this I found infectious. Sure, it's heart may be sleazy and corrupted, but it presents itself in such a ridiculous, Pee-Wee-Hermanic fashion that I…