A sly satire of an industry and a media climate where everything is fake from the Coen brothers.

In Paul Thomas Anderson’s latest, all of his characters seem to be in a haze, but the drug-addled kind they’re supposed to be.

I was beginning to wonder if the Coen Brothers had lost it. About halfway through their ill-advised remake of the Ealing classic The Ladykillers, I was gripped by the same sort of sadness that comes with the childhood realization that your parents aren’t infallible, nor do they have all the answers. For the first time in their filmmaking career, they seemed not just human, but deeply flawed. Redemption is a world away from directing Tom…