Bitter on the surface but with a marshmallow center, this is the not-quite-there story of a struggling California novelist (Andy Garcia) who takes a second job as a high-paid gigolo. While the premise suggests wicked satire, the tone is closer to chick-flick goo as Byron Tiller (Garcia) tries to keep his nocturnal missions a secret from his long-suffering wife (Julianna Margulies), and succeeds for a surprisingly extended period of time. In the interim, he also strikes up a working relationship with a terminally ill author/mentor (James Coburn, doing his best Ernest Hemingway), and the picture momentarily becomes a strange melange of over-earnest sex comedy and literary buddy picture. ("Fucking Forrester"?)
Stick around for the recurring appearances of the uproarious Mick Jagger, who plays the bon-vivant head of an escort service staffed almost entirely by aging rockers. (Ex-Detective/Power Station vocalist Michael Des Barres is also part of the stable.) Prancing his way through the tailor-made part of a male hooker approaching the end of his vitality, Jagger obviously relishes every self-mocking moment. You even get to see him turn down money, and what were the odds that would ever happen in our lifetimes?