Since I think Kurt Vonnegut Jr. is a great writer, Cats Cradle, Galapagos, A Man With No Country, etc. I decided that I really ought to watch some film adaptations of his books.
One of his meandering examinations of humans was "Breakfast of Champions", about a business man who was at the end of his rope, and a failed SF author who the business man mistakes for his creator.
The film manages to catch much the spirit of the book, even though it is a little heavy handed at times. Bruce Willis gets to be the protagonist, this time the world is against him, and he has to go head to head with it, but this time he's not a tough NY cop with a big gun, rippling biceps and a vest, he's just the sort of guy you'd expect to be buying favors from the mayor, and looks like he may be wearing a toupee.
Overall a fun, if garish, look at consumerism, celebrity worship, legitimized drug abuse/depression and middle American ideals,
Not for the feint of heart, not everyone can take Nick Nolte in drag.
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