Cast overview, first billed only: | |||
Adrian Lester | ... | Jonathan Stitch | |
Peter O'Toole | ... | JJ Curtis | |
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Iain Rogerson | ... | Mr. Arkwright (as Ian Rogerson) |
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Anna Jaskolka | ... | Mrs. Arkwright |
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Jonathan Shaw | ... | Charlie Arkwright |
Claudia Lander-Duke | ... | Arkwright Daughter | |
Patrick Malahide | ... | Dr. Colworth | |
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Emily Richards | ... | Award Presenter |
Todd Boyce | ... | Pete Lanyard | |
Henry Goodman | ... | Ed Nbrezki (voice) | |
Aidan Gillen | ... | Dave Turner | |
Julia Sawalha | ... | Karen Willet | |
Malcolm Tierney | ... | Estate Agent | |
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Sharon Swyer | ... | Limo Girl |
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Louise Brill | ... | Cindy Minx |
Jonathan Stitch, having just won a prestigious MacKinlay Award for his first novel, relays how he came to ghost write the memoirs of beloved British game show host JJ Curtis, who worked hard to emerge from a humble background and achieve celebrity status, albeit in what most consider the most lowbrow end of popular culture. Jonathan realizes that he is not the most obvious choice of a writer for this project - it a job he didn't initially want - but he ends up viewing the job as a challenge to make it stand out from all the other minor celebrity memoirs, especially as reading about JJ would generally appeal only to a niche segment of the primarily British population, one that probably doesn't buy many books. Part of JJ's reason for wanting the book written is to increase his profile in order to sell his show to the lucrative US market. Despite being in the twilight of his career, JJ is denying something about his life that would make the sale of the show to a US distributor a moot ... Written by Huggo
The only good thing one can say about this budget conscious, garish, cockamamie kludge is O'Toole. Telling of competing game show hosts, one old (O'Toole) and one young (Gillen), who have more in common than meets the eye, this dark comedy has little to offer beyond the Shakespearean performance of O'Toole who trudges doggedly through the script with inevitable futility. For wing nuts only. (C)