Like most bad movies about stand-up comics, this one operates on the false pretense that they just hop onstage and start rapping about their lives, rather than writing, rehearsing, and endlessly honing their material. Harry Lennix plays a foul-mouthed, ostensibly world-wise comedian (read: Richard Pryor) who destroyed his career years earlier with a drug-addled meltdown on a late-night talk show. Reduced to headlining his wife's little club in Chicago, he gets a shot at a comeback in LA, where he promptly takes up with an empty young hottie who's never known a love like this before, etc. The script is weak and so is Lennix, though there are good performances from Tatum O'Neal as the comedian's long-suffering wife and Robert Patrick, cast against type, as a shaggy showbiz manager. Danny Green directed.