Tonight, via FilmFlex, tried Get Him to the Greek with Russell Brand and no discernible other 'stars'. Completely daft, but with a gloriously OTT camping-about from Brand playing all the worst excesses of a (faded) rock star. Plenty of gross-out nonsense, but actually pretty funny and, surprise for me, Brand can hold a tune well, too. He has a curiously feminine body shape, complete with pert man boobs, which, with his tresses, adds to his androgyny - not an unpleasant assembly, though. Overall, if he's in something similar later on, I'd be fine with idling away 90 minutes with it.
I've not seen the films by the director you're talking about, but don't you think sometimes they get a bit precious? "Only liars have the answers" strikes me as a bit of cod(swallop) philosophy - I'm assuming he believes there are no answers to high-flown moral uncertainties, rather than "So, is it going to pass its MOT?" but that's where high-toned directors lose their own plots. Most of us barge, waddle, or waft our way through our lives (sometimes all three) with very little idea of moral certainties or "particular sensitivities to a situation". You swipe that over the broadest canvas of global society and most of it's based on simplistic sentimentality, not the 'deeper' questions of who's right, who's wrong, or whether there is such a truth as a universal right or wrong
(Sorry about that. We've found her meds. We may let her back later when they take effect. Ed.)