Harry Tuttle (HarryTuttle)

Nicolas Cage stars as the Kaufman twin brothers Charles and Donald, he is no Jeremy Irons in Dead Ringers but he does a decent job. Charles is having a hard time writing a screenplay adaptation of a novel written by a journalist on an eccentric horticulturalist. He is an even more insecure and paranoid version of George Costanza. The scene where his lady friend is longing for him to go inside with her is painful... ("I can't drink coffee late at night, it keeps me up." :p) The brilliant Kaufman touch is that the film is about him in the process of writing the script, going as far as writing what he is going to say next, intertwining real life with the story. Writing on empty people who fill up their lives with other's misery is hard stuff, he is so desperate that he asks his dumb obnoxious brother for help. Donald succeeds at writing a script without making an effort, just to show how crap gets so much attention and good stuff is often overlooked because humanity is not worthy! I'm kidding. Or maybe not. I didn't believe he could be the one with the flair to spot that there was something more going on between the crazy plant nut guy and the journalist for her to become so enthusiastic about orchids through the book but then it's necessary for the over the top unoriginal climax that plays just like a big fuck you to the industry. Everything he didn't want to impose on the film ends up happening.