Morgan's comedy of manners shows promise, between its characters' games of Prostitute or Not? and its illustrations of mid-30s ennui. But it's hard to find the neuroses of these unabashedly navel-gazing Angelenos compelling for an entire feature. Eventually, ultra-capricious Annette ends things with Elliot and moves on to her next draft pick: a farmers market guy with long eyelashes. Meanwhile, her bestie Baker (Dree Hemingway) is a desperately lovelorn interior decorator who makes a habit of sleeping with people "too early" — or so says Annette, whose judgment seemingly knows no bounds.
At times, Morgan's script inspires laughs; but at others, the witticisms seem forced. Whit Stillman and Woody Allen are clear influences, but there's too little sweet to balance the sour, and the stakes remain defiantly low. It Happened in L.A. is beautiful to look at, but on an emotional level, it's almost as empty as the mansions Baker attempts to zhuzh up.