Certainly Farrow is a filmmaker to watch. One sympathizes with her desire to separate herself from her father’s well-known surname, as well as his nose—for it seems apparent, if one compares earlier and more recent photos, Farrow has undergone cosmetic rhinoplasty. Still, one wonders if there will be some regret down the road. Of course she can always reapply her true surname but not her true nose. One understands the necessity of forging one’s own identity, but it must be said that herein lies the film’s major flaw, and it is a profound and ultimately fatal one. By making the father such an impossibly caricaturish buffoon, Farrow renders the conflict between the two inert. The film hinges on this conflict, for the relationship with her father is the most crucial one in the movie. If the filmmaker makes no attempt to show him as a complex human being with his own set of frustrations and indeed monumental artistic integrity, not to mention an unwavering love for his daughter, then the truth of this relationship is erased, leaving a gaping hole in the story. As a father to a daughter myself, I feel much sympathy for the struggles of any young person to forge an independent identity, but the film’s falseness is ultimately so egregious that I cannot in good conscience recommend it. I do think Ms. Farrow is a promising young director, and I look forward to her next outing. Two stars.