Also, since it is time for the Oscar-bait to start rolling out, there... isn't much left in terms of serous contenders this year? There's
Jesse Eisenberg's The Debut, which is also about putting on a play.
Martin McDonagh (In Bruges)'s Wild Horse Nine, which is also another (borderline) mass-market comedy about assassins.
The gay-as-hell La Bola Negra.
.. and then a couple oddballs that will get a nomination or two and not much else, like
Elsinore, about a gay guy in a play, and
Behemoth, about musicians doing music for movies?
Jesus, can the film industry even make anything other than for and about itself anymore?