1. “Heroes” Symphony by Philip Glass on the turntable.
2. A room of whore portraits.
3. Drone meals.
Not terrible, but I wish I’d liked this better. It shares all the weakest qualities of a Wim Wenders film: so many interesting ideas, few of which are nurtured sufficiently enough to live up to their potential. It’s also a story populated largely with repellent characters. On the other hand, Paul Rudd and especially Justin Theroux are both excellent playing dirtbags.