So there’s a lot of great reasons to see Andy Samberg’s new mockumentary feature, Popstar.

You get countless cameos, notably Snoop Dogg, Nas, Dj Khaled, Ringo Starr, Usher, Questlove, Mariah Carey, Pink and two guys who don’t play themselves: Will Arnett as a Harvey Levin stand-in and Justin Timberlake as the personal chef of Samberg’s Conner4Real, a culturally tone-deaf pop star tracked by cameras as he releases his highly anticipated second solo album.

You get snatches of The Lonely Island’s trademark catchy, hilarious tracks, including several full-length treatments: Two of the best are “Equal Rights,” in which Conner advocates for gay marriage while making it obscenely clear he’s not gay, and “Finest Girl (Bin Laden song)” about a lady who wants to be deflowered in the manner that SEAL Team Six takes out a terrorist. Oh, and “So Humble,” which is exactly the opposite.

And you get the comedy magic of a joke-laden script, spot-on supporting cast and Samberg himself, who appears in nearly every scene and leaves you believing he actually could be an oblvious pop star if the vocation struck his fancy.

Popstar really brings Biebs’ dilemma to life, documenting the difficulty of staying in touch with reality when you’re crazy rich and famous and don’t have anyone to tell you no.

But while the film works on lots of levels and will appeal to loads of people, there’s one person in particular I really think should check it out: the real-life pop star it skewers, Justin Bieber.

Yup, I’m talking to you, Biebs. I honestly don’t know all that much about you, and most of what I do know I’ve overheard from the women who run our sister sites, Teen and Gurl. But from what I can tell, you are rather troubled these days: lashing out at fans, hanging out in trees, bordering on Labeouf territory.

There’s a very brief clip of you in the film, and the look on your face says it all: You’re confused and maybe even a little scared as you come to terms with a world where everyone knows you, your every move is dissected and you really don’t know whom to trust.

Popstar really brings this dilemma to life, documenting the difficulty of staying in touch with reality when you’re crazy rich and famous and don’t have anyone to tell you no. It gets so bad at one point that Conner whips up some dog shit pancakes to see if any of his entourage has the balls to tell them they taste like, well, dog shit.

It’s a rather bizarre scene, but the funny thing is, it actually kind of works. Conner discovers that while he can’t trust his yes men or even his own mom, the guys he was hanging and performing with long before he was a household name can still be counted on to tell him his pancakes suck—and all the accolades in the world are meaningless without good, honest friendship.

So my advice to you, Biebs, is to get off Facebook and Twitter and Instagram and look through old photos in search of the crew who knew you when you were just this punkass kid in Ontario making YouTube videos. Then invite them all over for breakfast and serve a fresh batch of dog shit pancakes. I know, it sound silly. But if it can help you make just a little more sense of this crazy mixed-up world, it just might be worth a shot…