Bloody Nose, Empty Pockets (2020) review

Documentary-esque depiction of the closing of a (fictitious) bar in Las Vegas (but actually it's in New Orleans) called The Roaring 20's as the usual barflies come in, philosophize, watch Jeopardy!, argue, drink a ton and then stagger out into the lonely streets at dawn looking for another place to go.  I'm not gonna lie, I was fooled by it for at least a half hour (I noticed the Michael character reading Eugene O'Neill) before it dawned on me that it's a simulation and not a representation of "truth" ... which naturally brings up all sorts of questions about whether or not it's the responsibility of the filmmakers to be totally honest or whether reality unscripted is just not interesting enough to watch (popular shows like The Bachelor and The Bachelorette have writing teams tweaking things in the background, in case you didn't know).  It's an intriguing experiment, but after hearing the term "fake news" for the last four years, I'm kind of hankering for a shot of Hard Facts and chasing it with a lime wedge and some salt.