A refreshingly unpretentious cocktail of karmic serendipity and a tongue-in-cheek look at Hollywood values vs. ecumenical verities.
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Village VoiceBenjamin Strong
Village VoiceBenjamin Strong
The movie, as an exercise in narcissism, is breathtaking.
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Portland OregonianM. E. Russell
Portland OregonianM. E. Russell
Does have its charms. While the videography and most of the supporting performances are amateurish, Clark and Caland are winning actors.
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L.A. WeeklyErnest Hardy
L.A. WeeklyErnest Hardy
The result is at once a woefully overfamiliar bashing of Hollywood superficiality and a seemingly unwitting paean to the self-absorbed enlightenment that passes among industry folk for personal growth.
In Hollywood Buddha, Mr. Caland plays, directs and reimagines himself. This is truly a vanity project, as evidenced by the ample amount of screen time he gives his own pecs and thighs.
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New York Daily NewsElizabeth Weitzman
New York Daily NewsElizabeth Weitzman
This off-putting satire is a jumble of misguided ideas that gather like lint in the navel of self-obsessed director Philippe Caland.
Isn't remotely funny or pointed enough to qualify as satire. Intentionally or not, it comes across instead as a portrait of a man whose self-regard knows no limits.