The trouble with Marlon is that he thinks he's Brando.

Today I watched Color Me Kubrick ('tis on Netflix, for those interested). It was quite special.
It is based (very loosely) on a true story. This guy, Alan Conway, pretends to be Stanley Kubrick, even though he really has no knowledge of filmmaking, or even the films Kubrick worked on. Conway impersonated Kubrick to meet his own needs and desires. For example: he would say that he forgot his credit card and borrow money, promising to pay it back (which he never would).
My favorite part was how they used the soundtracks of Stanley Kubrick's films throughout the movie. It made the whole situation more comical.
I only liked the beginning and end of this film. The middle felt drawn out and redundant, which was disappointing. Conway did the same thing to everyone. All he had to say was, "I'm Stanley Kubrick, y'all," throw in a few artsy sounding things, and people did what he wanted. Conway tricked a crap-ton of people out of a lot of money and expensive gifts, ruining everyone's lives in the process. So that was nice.
In the end, he didn't even get into trouble. Conway just pretended to be crazy, convinced his psychiatrist of his "mental illness," and was sent to a high-class rehab facility for his alcoholism. He was basically rewarded for being an amazing liar. Yay, justice.