The unveiling of the collection forms the centrepiece of this enjoyable tale, folding out elegantly from its rose-hued pages.
"Pics of the Messiah!" trumpeted the gossip blog DListed, with pictures that contained the tell-tale fold down the middle that are produced when a magazine is pressed onto a photo scanner.
Of course, variations on the two-fold tale of departure and arrival have been a literary staple, especially in the United States, for more than a century.
He folds this tale over and over on itself, working with a script that blends elements of "The Silence of the Lambs," "Manhunter," "The Matrix," "Seven," "Dreamscape" and "Spellbound" with the stop-motion animation of the brothers Quay ("Street of Crocodiles"), the moody photography of Matt Mahurin, the paintings of Francis Bacon and so many other things that there's no there there (Mitchell).
But there's a serious lack of humor in "Maps to the Stars," so all the coldness of the Hollywood Hills is folded into a tale of messy ideas that aren't especially entertaining or penetrating.
As we soon find out, however, there are gaps and folds in this affecting tale.
"That Hopey Changey Thing" passes by smoothly enough, folding together its mild tale of family discord with an intelligent discussion of current affairs.
Other musicians perform their jubilant, complex melodies in the film, yet these performances are folded into the fictional tale of Boujeloud, which is the basis for an ancient fertility rite and a major festival in Jajouka.
When it ended, the banks gradually folded, and tales of excess became legendary.
The play was translated from the German by the English writer Christopher Hampton, who has pretty well single-handedly kept von Horvath's output alive, going so far as to write a play of his own, the wonderful "Tales From Hollywood," that folds his forbear among the artistic émigrés who relocated to Los Angeles during the Nazi era.
A final big fold-out page brings this endearingly ridiculous tale to an end.
