Samuel, a kind and lazy failed writer, one day turned his life around by stepping in front of a car in “Big Gold Brick”. But success – a best-selling memoir – doesn’t happen overnight. First, the wealthy chauffeur, Floyd (Andy Garcia), employs Samuel (Emory Cohen) as his internal biographer, and the film is mostly about domestic failures followed by shabby and dull.
Due to the collision, Samuel hangs out in Floyd’s household: a cool flirtatious wife (Megan Fox) who can also be introduced to the song “Oh Yeah”, a sweet adult daughter ( Lucy Hale) has no personality and a socialite son, Eddie (Leonidas Castrounis). Garcia’s Floyd, who claims to have a secret past, amused himself through a film over two hours long that almost forgot to tell the crew any story.
Screenwriter and director, Brian Petsos, misses out on the moment or moment of appearing in his short films, which were once a lovely outlet for Oscar Isaac’s quirks. The star flashed into a nefarious tycoon, hidden behind opaque glasses, a ferocious steed, and a rebellious facial hair. This and other twists continue to suggest the half-remembered bits and bobs from the independent crime stories and sketch shows of the late 1990s and early 2000s.
While it’s unclear if anyone was able to make this movie, he sported an interesting aerodynamic ponytail during a showcase for Samuel’s future book tour. The title of this perfectly specified product is apt: “The Big Golden Brick” looks good, but it really just sits there.
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