Garcia plays a frustrated novelist whose first book rots in remainder bins. Poor guy's got a family to support but no income -- so, naturally, he joins up with a male escort service. (Couldn't he have just gotten a job at a Barnes & Noble or something?) Olivia Williams plays his rich jane, James Coburn is her Pulitzer Prize-winning husband, and a spindly Mick Jagger shows up as a well-mannered pimp. They all put on a nice-enough show, but who cares when the premise is this ridiculous?

