Remember all those promises about Los Angeles cracking off the edge of the continent and falling into the sea? When’s that going to happen already? I’m actually willing to go out there with a hacksaw to try to help out, if there’s a chance we can get the job done before they manage to make another movie about an idealistic screenwriter forced to struggle with his conscience when given the chance to sell out.
All right, that’s not quite fair. The movie’s not exclusively comprised of cliches about writers and the film industry. There are also a lot of cliches about gay people.
The star of the movie is actually the amazing giant house, probably the producer’s, where the “producer” lives.