This is the story of David and Goliath; except Goliath wins. (You didn't buy that story about the sling, did you?) David in this case is Troy Duffy, Boston bartender-turned cause celebre, after Miramax boss Harvey Weinstein snaps up his script, The Boondock Saints, in a promised multi-million deal. Amazingly, Duffy will also direct and his bad, the rubbishly-named 'The Brood', will score, having rush-signed with Madonna's record label. Trouble is, Duffy's ego is easily the match for Harvey's ("There is a deep cesspool of creativity here" he bellows without irony) and he soon, er, displeases Harvey, who dumps the project without a second thought. From this point on it's a study in psychosis: determined to get his movie made, Duffy the duffer alientates absolutely everybody (including the documentary makers) in the face of industry indifference. The punchline? Duffy's finished film is utter guff.
Review of Overnight
