Two weeks in the life of DeNiro, a Hollywood producer struggling with all the usual issues--studio butchering his film, prima donna "English" director(by Keith Richards out of Dick van Dyke). His ex-wife may have moved on and if it all goes wrong he may be positioned too far to the left in the forthcoming Vanity Fair photoshoot.
Sadly there's nothing here that would surprise anyone who's seen any movie ever made about Hollywood (although it all sees to come as a complete shock to the characters in the movie). But on the basis Bruce Willis'turn in the trailer, it looks like we're in for an entertaining if predictable romp full of whacky star cameos and off-the-wall comedy crises.
What we get is an extremely dull and predictable saunter through some very tame situations, and the Bruce Willis cameo--well, that's your lot. No funny scenes, no witty dialogue, just a sort of continual low-level grumpiness, with every plot point made over, and over again.
It's no surprise to learn this was written by a producer, and if listening in to someone grumble about having one of the most glamorous and sought-after jobs in the world is your thing, then go for it. There's a lot about ordering the wrong carpet, and even more about recovering a couch, should your interest flag.
If only this had been directed by someone like Barry Levinson, ho could have injected life and quirky humour into the dialogue and made the ensemble playing sizzle. Oh wait it was. What did just happen?
Sadly there's nothing here that would surprise anyone who's seen any movie ever made about Hollywood (although it all sees to come as a complete shock to the characters in the movie). But on the basis Bruce Willis'turn in the trailer, it looks like we're in for an entertaining if predictable romp full of whacky star cameos and off-the-wall comedy crises.
What we get is an extremely dull and predictable saunter through some very tame situations, and the Bruce Willis cameo--well, that's your lot. No funny scenes, no witty dialogue, just a sort of continual low-level grumpiness, with every plot point made over, and over again.
It's no surprise to learn this was written by a producer, and if listening in to someone grumble about having one of the most glamorous and sought-after jobs in the world is your thing, then go for it. There's a lot about ordering the wrong carpet, and even more about recovering a couch, should your interest flag.
If only this had been directed by someone like Barry Levinson, ho could have injected life and quirky humour into the dialogue and made the ensemble playing sizzle. Oh wait it was. What did just happen?