Bruce Wagner is a screenwriter, producer and director whose specialty is highlighting Shadowland's ugliest flaws and skewering its narcissistic stars. David Cronenberg is both revered and (by some) despised for illuminating human brutality and the body horrific on the big screen. Put them together and you get Maps to the Stars, a visceral satire of Hollywood that nestles down in a viper pit of fame, fortune and self-righteous excess, more wasteland than red carpet. This film is never easy, and it toes the line between hard-to-follow and too simplistic in its critique of fame and excess. The overriding message is one we've heard before: Hollywood is a sick place rife with incest, sexual abuse, drug-abusers, psychotics and megalomaniacs. It is not quite like anything Cronenberg has done before, but still fits sublimely within his canon. If you can stick with the melodrama riding underneath the sometimes vapid, sometimes nonsensical plot, it's worth the final payoff.