That fame, and the pursuit thereof, is hurtful to the soul is the unexceptional if, I suppose, ever-invaluable message of Starsuckers, the Chris Atkins documentary given genuine ballast by the details it selects with which to argue its case. Though overlong for what it is, and often veering off on tangents worthy of separate movies in themselves, the film makes you laugh and wince in equal measure. Anonymity has rarely seemed a healthier place to be.
