Not what it could have been, largely due to self-absorption

Had Moretti's obvious need to dramatize his own life been so transparent from the very opening of this film's credits we might have been treated to a semi-interesting film with some decent acting. That he was more concerned with getting it made, at the expense of putting together a good, solid, film - than with assembling a talented crew of actors with a bit of experience & talent, is both sad & off-putting. One glance at the filmographies of any of the cast will show you that they have little or no previous experience & that, after this film came out, they weren't given too many other jobs (with good reason). I think Moretti might have done a bit better if he'd just settled for publishing an angst-ridden memoir than attempting to make 'high' art out of what is, essentially, a script that is both too self-important and too amateurish to be credible in many places. It is painful to watch at times, not because of the subject matter but because the acting is so horrible & over the top. It might have done better as a play, with a little fine-tuning - but it doesn't translate onto the screen with anything resembling credibility or subtlety, much less inspired drama. If you want to read a diary - read a diary - if you want to SEE a diary, see this film. Hopefully Moretti will keep the faith but will factor in the need for talent & a good editor next time; i'm sure he has it in him to write a good screenplay - but he didn't do it this time out.