Well, that was weird...
After seeing this on Netflix for the second (third?) year in a row, my wife and I decided to give this watch.
Ugh... wish we hadn't.
We weren't sure what to make of it. Murray seems to be channeling Frank Cross of Scrooged at times. That's Murray's standard schtick... the smarmy, self-aware douchebag that everyone else endures because he's... y'know... "crusty".
"Crusty" here confuses authenticity with just being a pompous asshole.
Which would all be fine if it was in service of something good which this wasn't. It looked like they shot this over one night, unscripted, dragging in whichever celebs happened to be in town at the time. Which is sorta the wafer-thin story behind this special so mebbe it was all meant to be very meta and self-aware.
Still didn't make it any better though.
Murray can't sing or dance very well, he's so feeble that I thought he'd collapse under the weight of the waif-who-sings Miley Cyrus... Meanwhile Hollywood royalty George Clooney is reduced to peaking out from behind a tree as he croaks one song line over and over. (Okay, that was funny but I'm not convinced it was intentional.)
A look at the IMDB web page reveals that this whole gig appears to have been organized and put on by the Coppola family. Maybe the wrap party was funner than the actual production, I dunno.
Will not ever watch again...