'Late Fame' Review: Willem Dafoe Shines as a New York Poet Grappling With Delayed Renown

Success is never really up for grabs in Kent Jones' Soho send-up "Late Fame." Whatever glory once attached to the aging poet at its center has long since faded, a fact this loving, low-key farce mines by leaning on the ironic promise of its title. Still, sometimes you have to fake it 'till you make it, and the more accurate "Mild Recognition" probably wouldn't have made it all the way to the Venice Film Festival, would it? Hell, for the most part, Ed Saxberger (Willem Dafoe) rarely makes it further than his neighborhood watering hole – an admittedly odd haunt for a postman . . .