This is a train wreck. In an email to a friend, I described it this way: "Every movie, on some level, is simply a series of choices made by the writer, director, and actors. And holy hell does this movie make just about every bad decision." Cameron Crowe has become a parody of himself, and should probably have his iPod taken away from him. Dunst is cloying and unconvincing, Bloom is effeminate and unconvincing, and the stellar cast of bit players is essentially wasted. So many of what should be the most satisfying parts of the movie are glazed over with stock montages, to the point where I was dying to hear the Parker/Stone "Montage" song.
And yet...there is something about Crowe's earnestness that you can't help but respond to. The movie, while blatantly flawed, just seems so damn sincere--you really get the feeling that even though he's making mistakes, Crowe's heart is really in the thing. And there are a few scenes with some real resonance, even though Crowe tries to have about 100 scenes that are supposed to floor you. I can't recommend it, but in a lot of ways it's a spectacular, horrible, glorious, excruciatingly frustrating wreck of a movie.