Kevin Spacey's musical drama about 1950s pop icon Bobby Darin has all
the trappings of a vanity production not only did Spacey direct and star, but he's also credited as a producer and screenwriter. The film comes burdened with the taint of the personal project, which often means indulgent failure. Spacey's passionate performance can't be faulted, but the movie falls prey to the usual biopic dilemma how do you force a complicated, messy life to conform to the conventions of the two-hour narrative form? Spacey and cowriter Lewis Colick try to do an end run around the problem by immediately acknowledging their movie's artificiality, opening with an elabo...