I’ve never had a whole lot of love for films where nobody’s able to get their shit together. So, “A Woman, A Part” (2017). Batshit crazy actress at the end of her rope walks off the set and out of her L.A. TV series world, back to Brooklyn and all her hip, batshit crazy friends. It’s like she’s trying to bathe herself in her friends’ old neuroses as a way of cleansing herself of her own. But you know, they’re all show people, so we can’t judge. A great movie for voyeuristic theaterphiles. If you’re not, you can do without.