The true story of Looking for Harvey Weinstein.

A self published journal of two British women’s unorthodox quest for a five minute face to face with the Miramax head Honcho, think Thelma and Louise meets the player meets Bridget Jones diary.

An us and them story, Weinstein and Eisner on one side, a starving Russian Fresco master on the other with Holly and Shirley, the mad brokers, who believe anything is truly possible bridging the chasm. Think Mission Impossible, meets a Bridge to far, meets Tea with Mussolini.

The life long best friends from England, once rich now poor believe whole heartedly in the ethical fiber of their goal to find patronage for the struggling immigrant painter, justifying any skull duggery deemed necessary to get Harvey’s ear.  Think The Sting meets The Full Monty meets Fatal Attraction. 

After months of pestering, the Movie mogul opened the armor plated, heavily guarded Miramax door a crack and unwittingly proved to be the catalyst of The Girls industry internship. Think Ed Wood meets Legally Blond meets Robin Hood, confused? You should be.

With only a dog eared copy of the How to penetrate Hollywood manual and an I think therefore I am attitude to rely on, they step on to Hollywood’s rollercoaster, having not bought a ticket and encounter the ride of a lifetime. Think Shaggy and Scooby meets prêt a Porte meets catch me if you can.

Along the way as they inadvertently infiltrate Hollywood’s inner circle, they manage to secure a top William Morris agent, the necessary pawn, to pitch a project totally unrelated to the industry, to the Miramax chief.

Middle aged art dealers as talent, a bad boy rock superstar with a weakness for women as the hook and free art as the bait, tantalizing the head of E Entertainment. A saucy T.V show, the cloak around the culture seemingly destined for a green light but even the presence of the head of Miramax television doesn’t offer a stay of execution , when your heads on the chopping block.

Unhampered and unhindered by constant set backs at home in Hollywood and dismissing Harvey’s henchmen, the goodwill ambassador who’s goodwill had quickly expired, they set off again this time disguised as celebrity stalkers, to ferret out and pounce on Harvey at the Cannes film festival. 

Delusional ex billionaires on a budget, armed with an American express card, wreak havoc in high heels, creating so much hullabaloo for Harvey, they hijack a helicopter to escape the Saddam Hussein of cinema, landing slam dunk back in Hollywood hot water.

Think private Benjamin meets Black Hawk Down meets Dirty Rotten Scoundrels.

In a last ditch attempt to win Harvey’s affection they write him a screenplay. Getting their hands on some of his dosh to save ancient Frescos and their fresco man in one fell swoop, still their purpose. Villa Pera, check in if you dare, more twists and turns than the Monaco Grand prix, fails despite its brilliance, so becoming rock promoters was all they had left to impress him. Their internship into black Sabbath, black leather and black men left them black and blue, preying for a knight in white satin, polyester or denim, shining armor clearly not available.

Pimps pot and porno makes for a good story in Hollywood but like any great story there are always two sides, bitter scraps in closed board rooms, the persistent pair are not privy to, prevent Harvey’s participation, he is no longer in charge. Think sliding doors meets bogie nights meets Dave.

As the Miramax Empire crumbles it has yet to be seen how much power is left in the powerhouse but knowing Harvey he’ll spin this tawdry tale that idolizes him, while raking Hollywood hyenas over the coals, to his advantage. Being a genius he models on genius and having already branded his parents name, more effectively than ever before, it would seem logical to do the same with his own name this time around.

Looking for Harvey Weinstein the movie. Think Austin powers meets The Aviator meets Shakespeare in love.

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