Then again, maybe the writers were inspired by "Whatever Happened to Baby Jane?" This film is about a child actor who can't find work after his debut hit. But this is not like, "Oh well! I'll just move from film to TV." The child actor was from the favela, so to there, he would return. Like many poor, young men, the underworld becomes his next option.
This started off well, but went downhill quickly. I thought I'd love this, but then found myself struggling to watch it to the end.
Lisa Raye commented that she has no problem when folk call her Diamond, her character's name in "The Players' Club," but other actors hate being circumscribed that way. I always call Dolemite Dolemite, but folk older than me have laughed and reminded me that his name was Rudy Ray Moore. For all those who have fought pigeonholing, this may resonate with you.
Still, this had no reason to be two hours long. The tacked-on love story was of little value to me. The main character has a Fantasia Barrino-style limitation and I'm wondering, "Now how did you think you were going to act if you can't do that!?!?!?" Can people without fingers play the piano?! Jeez Louise!
This could have been a dazzling meditation on the fleeting nature of fame, even outside of the US's Hollywood. However, it failed in many regards.