I Used To Be a Tough Guy.
Withnail & I (without Withnail), meets Moby Dick, (without the whale), as a 59 year old, desperately unemployed, comedy screenwriter tries to get a job. Any Goddamn job.
If success were music, Simon's band has been on a fourteen year tea break. After 137 rejection letters and the threat of eviction, he wakes to the epiphany that his dreams of an Oscar have finally come to an end. It's time to grow up and get a damn job. Trouble is, he's 59 years old and qualified for fuck-all. He's written himself out of employability and into obsolescence.
But Simon has a plan, (there’s always a first time), to find work, any work, for money. In desperation, he applies for every job going, from home bra-fitter's assistant, to children's underwater photographer; call-girl's driver, to England Football Manager; Archbishop of Canterbury, (writes personally to God), advertising executive, to nude model and everything in between. In his ragged masculinity and his only coat, he chases jobs through the frozen streets of London like a virgin after a kiss.
This is the story of a man abandoned by his dream, told with wit, with an aching heart, an empty stomach and with fingers crossed that it doesn't all fade to black.
If success were music, Simon's band has been on a fourteen year tea break. After 137 rejection letters and the threat of eviction, he wakes to the epiphany that his dreams of an Oscar have finally come to an end. It's time to grow up and get a damn job. Trouble is, he's 59 years old and qualified for fuck-all. He's written himself out of employability and into obsolescence.
But Simon has a plan, (there’s always a first time), to find work, any work, for money. In desperation, he applies for every job going, from home bra-fitter's assistant, to children's underwater photographer; call-girl's driver, to England Football Manager; Archbishop of Canterbury, (writes personally to God), advertising executive, to nude model and everything in between. In his ragged masculinity and his only coat, he chases jobs through the frozen streets of London like a virgin after a kiss.
This is the story of a man abandoned by his dream, told with wit, with an aching heart, an empty stomach and with fingers crossed that it doesn't all fade to black.