'Misty Green' Review: Chris Rock's Tough Hollywood Story Finds a Star in Rosalind Eleazar

Misty Green is a star. Just ask her. "I am a f–king star," she says. "I wish people would treat me like one." Or just ask Chris Rock. He wrote and directed "Misty Green," which opens with shots of Los Angeles set to the upbeat enthusiasm of Sammy Davis Jr. singing "If You Could See Me Now." The trouble is, if you could see Misty now, you wouldn't necessarily think she's a star. Because she's also a f-ing mess, which has kind of gotten in the way of that whole star thing. The thin line between stardom and total f–ked-upness is the territory that's tread in Rock's . . .