In a comedy atmosphere, this movie, follows the struggles of Bobby Bowfinger, a smart filmmaker, who suffers form bankruptcy, who plans for making his new movie and needs to hire a well known actor, but when he refuses, he makes his mind to shoot the movie around him in secret.
Bowfinger (1999), Steve Martin's tribute to shoestring filmmaking and big-screen dreams, is a loving lampoon that gamely straddles the chasm between cynical con-artistry and benign innocence.
Martin the writer plants some wicked barbs in Hollywood's rear end about creative financing of movies and hoarding of profits, the art of the deal, hipper-than-thou attitudes and exploitation.
This is his first screenplay since L.A. Story, yet you get the sense that Martin has lost some of the artistic aspiration he once brought to the movie business. This effort feels like it's just business.
