A solid cast of familiar faces can’t prevent Glen Scantlebury and Lucy Philips’ “my tiny universe” from feeling like an uninspired industry in-joke better suited for a legit performance. This dark comedy about a major league producer held captive by a suicidal wannabe is pedestrian by the standards of “Swimming With Sharks,” let alone “The Player.” Passably slick packaging should ease passage to the small screen, where stagy conceit will look most at home.
The failed-actor son of a failed-actor suicide, Dickie (Andy Comeau) is about to blow his brains out in the Hollywood Hills when he hears a ringing cell phone in the underbrush. It’s been lost by A-list producer Bobby (John Heard), who is extremely eager to retrieve the device loaded with the private contact numbers of every top-shelf name in town. But after insisting Bobby come to his humble digs, giddy, still-suicidal Dickie revels in tormenting the bigwig, eventually luring Bobby’s wife (Lesley Ann Warren) and mistress (Debi Mazar, coming off best) as well. Snarky farce overindulges Comeau’s annoying character while giving others little to work with. Scattered good lines aren’t enough to redeem routinely mounted effort.