To weed out competition, a young A&R man of a recording label takes matters into his own hands. We are living in the mid nineties at the height of Britpop. Bands and artists sold millions and coat tailing them were the management guys and label honchos. And they all partied hard. Some with exaggerated measure. Moments of brilliance, but the satire doesn't really carry all through the movie.
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