In yet another excellent performance, Oliver Platt teams with the also wonderful Stanley Tucci. The pair play two destitute would-be actors of whom Samuel Beckett would be proud. Every day, the two of them take turns acting out murdering each other. They nearly starve, but refuse to find other work. In order to feed themselves, they contrive a scheme that will net them some free pastries from a bakery. Instead, they get free tickets to see a play that stars one of their most hated rival actors. Plot twist piles upon plot twist, until the two wind up stowaways on a luxury liner. Far be it from me to attempt to do this complicated tale justice, but let me conclude by saying that fans of the golden age of Hollywood comedy should definitely give this film a shot.
Review of The Impostors
