So this is a totally fake documentary about the invention of Pop-Tarts, just like purely fictionalized… but then it mixes in weird bits of reality (like that Thurl Ravenscroft, the Grinch singer, voiced Tony the Tiger; or that the head of Post cereal built Mar-a-Lago).

It’s by Jerry Seinfeld, so obviously it’s a comedy. It’s also incredibly star-studded — every character from the major to the minor is some high-powered celebrity. Jon Hamm as “Ad Man #1”! Fred Armisen as a minor bureaucrat! Dan Levy as Andy Warhol! Peter Dinklage as the head of Big Milk! Hugh Grant! Amy Schumer! Jim Gaffigan! James Marsden! Tony Hale! Melissa McCarthy! And probably like a dozen more names you’d recognize but I’m too lazy to type out.

And yet for all that star power, it feels incredibly minor, to the point that this morning, I was like “I finished writing up all the movies I’d watched… wait, shit, I forgot about that Pop-Tart one.” It’s not painfully unfunny or anything, it’s just not particularly funny either. It’s a movie that elicits light smiles rather than laughs.

And in that context, it’s probably relevant that this is a Netflix Original. Even though it was apparently conceived by Seinfeld and then bought by Netflix, it just feels like something that came straight out of the mind of Netflix. It’s light, it’s pleasant, it goes down easy enough, but it’s also easy to forget you even watched it.

If you’re looking for a movie to encapsulate Netflix’s premium mediocre aesthetic, here it is.