No insights here. Just exploitative displays of soulless achievement culture, from ghastly porn to the filmmaker's own parents (gee, the apple doesn't fall far from the tree there) and, devastatingly, the filmaker's own son. Her mother made the totally shocking observation, for instance, that the filmmaker had been born at the 10th percentile in height and the 90th percentile in weight. Mom labeled her fat AT BIRTH!!! But Mom holds herself out as a great academic, feminist trailblazer who basically left the family to pursue her career. Dad is not a lot better. How many times can one man announce that he went to Harvard? (And and guess who did too?) Particularly cringeworthy is the moment the filmmaker's son Noah calls to announce his perfect score on the ACT. Her feeble attempt to out herself as an achievement "addict" comes off as nothing more than a humble brag, particularly when grandma and ma both agree that the son is the most driven of them all. (Guess who else is clearly on his way to Harvard! Harvard! Harvard! ) Egads. This family! A gross disappointment to finally see there is no "there" there with this filmmaker who, despite having spent a career examining her apparent insecurities on film--insecurities and skewed values instilled not just by her parents but by her feelings of exclusion from her fancy private school where fellow students were movie stars kids. (Who in the hell sends their kid to a place like that and then wonders why her classmates won't visit the daughter in Venice? What is wrong with these people??) By the end, the filmmaker has clearly not risen above the fray in her own life. She might not crave cold, hard cash as those in the film clearly do, but she craves private schools and Harvard and perfect scores. My own daughter plans to apply for Harvard, but after watching this, I think I'll encourage a good state college. I'm not impressed by one of Harvard's own. She clearly hasn't learned a thing.